[A small group is standing around the shattered remains of a coffee machine.] Commander Garoo: So... who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know. Galproxx: ...I did - I broke it, sir. Garoo: *sighs* No, no you didn't... Garoo: Parlax...? Parlax: Don't look at me! ...Look at Grimilix. Grimilix: Wha– I didn't break it! Parlax: Huh, that's weird... how'd you even know it was broken? Grimilix: ...Because it's sitting right in front of us... and it's broken. Parlax, squinting: Suspicious... Grimilix: No, it's not— Parlax: Well, if it matters - probably not - but ah, Sophix was the last one to use it. Sophix II: Liar, I don't even drink that crap! Parlax: Oh, really? Then what were you doing next to the coffee cart earlier? Sophix II: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everybody knows that, Parlax. Galproxx: O-okay, let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it sir. Garoo: NO. Who broke it? Parlax: ... Grimilix: ... Galproxx: ... Sophix II: ... Ylana Skyfire: ... Parlax, whispering: Commander...? Skyfire's been awfully quiet. Ylana Skyfire: REALLY??! Parlax: Yeah, really. Ylana Skyfire: Oh, Fyora... *fighting breaks out* Parlax, internally: (Heh heh heh... little do they all know that Yurbot broke it - it burned his hand, so he punched it.) Parlax, internally: (If Garoo can't get everyone calmed down soon, then I bet within ten minutes everyone will be at each other's throats, ready for war with a robot pygui's head on a stick.) Parlax, internally: (Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.)