Wednesday: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Sunday: I did. I broke it.
Wednesday: No. No, you didn’t. Tuesday?
Tuesday: Don’t look at me. Look at Thursday.
Thursday: What?! I didn’t break it.
Tuesday: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Thursday: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Monday, in the distance: Suspicious.
Thursday: No, it’s not!
Friday: If it matters, probably not, but… Saturday was the last one to use it.
Saturday: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Thursday: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Saturday: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Thursday!
Sunday: Alright - let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it.
Wednesday: No. Who broke it?
Tuesday: [whispering] Wednesday, Monday's been awfully quiet…
Monday, in the distance: Really?!
Thursday, yelling back: YEAH, REALLY!
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Wednesday: I broke it. I 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.