*everyone is standing around a broken coffee machine*
Bea: So… who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.
*pause*
Angus: I did. I broke it.
Bea: No. No, you didn’t. Germ?
Germ: Don’t look at me! Look at Gregg.
Gregg: What?! I didn’t break it!
Germ: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Gregg: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Germ: Suspicious.
Gregg: No, it’s not!
Casey: If it matters, probably not… Lori was the last one to use it.
Lori: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Casey: Oh, really? Then what were you doing over by the coffee cart earlier?
Lori: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Casey!
Angus: Alright, let’s not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Bea.
Bea: No! Who broke it?
Gregg: …Bea, Mae’s been awfully quiet–
Mae: REALLY?!
Gregg: Yeah, really!
Bea, to the camera while everyone argues in the background: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
