378: Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
*when no one confesses* 379: ...I did. I broke it-
378: No. No, you didn't. 468?
468: Don't look at me. Look at...351!
351: What? I didn't break it.
468: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
351: ...because it's sitting right in front of us...and it's broken.
468: Suspicious.
351: No, it's not.
261: If it matters- probably not- but 478 was the last one to use it.
478: Liar. I don't even drink that crap.
261: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
478: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, 261!
379: Okay, okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, 378.
378: No, who broke it?
351: 378...458's been awfully quiet.
458: Really?!
351: Yeah, really-
458: Oh my gosh, you-
*everyone starts fighting*
378: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 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 too chummy around here.