[Everyone’s standing around a broken F-22 miniature]
AWACS Bandog: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Talisman: I did it, I broke-
AWACS Bandog: No, no you didn’t. Cipher?
Cipher: Don’t look at me, look at Pixy.
Pixy: What? I didn’t break it.
Cipher: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Pixy: Because it’s sitting right in front of us. And it’s broken.
Cipher: Muy sospechoso.
Pixy: No, it’s not.
Shamrock: If it matters, Count was the last one to use it.
Count: WHAT? I don’t even fly the F-22!
Shamrock: Oh, really? Then what were you doing next to the miniatures earlier?
Count: I like looking at them from up close! Everyone knows that, Sham-
Talisman: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Bandog.
AWACS Bandog: NO! Who broke it?
Cipher: Bandog... Trigger’s been awfully quiet.
Trigger: OH, REALLY?!
[Aviators start arguing]
AWACS Bandog: I broke it. It hurt my hand, so I slammed it on the ground. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be stealing their aircraft to have a dogfight with war paint on their faces.
[Bandog looks back at the squadron arguing]
AWACS Bandog: Good. They were getting along too well.