When Michael said the dot represented "July...or Tuesday," I expected Chidi to run out of the room screaming. (But it does make sense that somebody as tightly wound as Chidi would hold it together long enough to say, "Right there...the dot on the "i"...that's when I lost it" before actually losing it. To see your conception of the universe rendered absurd in a single stroke...yeah, bring on the Nietzsche and the candy chili!