[Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker]
Vodka: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Brownie: ...I did. I broke it.
Vodka: No. No you didn't. Eclair?
Eclair: Don't look at me. Look at Strawberry.
Strawberry: What?! I didn't break it.
Eclair: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Strawberry: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Vanilla: If it matters, probably not, but Napoleon was the last one to use it.
Napoleon cake: Liar! I don't even drink that crap
Vanilla: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Napoleon cake: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Vanilla!
Brownie: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it Vodka.
Vodka: No! Who broke it!?
B-52: Vodka...Pastel's been awfully quiet.
[Everyone starts arguing]
Vodka: [being interviewed] 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 chummy around here.