Allen: I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Alfred: I did. I broke it-
Allen: No. No, you didn’t. Francis?
Francis: Don’t look at me. Look at Arthur.
Arthur: What?! I didn’t break it.
Francis: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Arthur: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Arthur: No, it’s not!
Gilbert: If it matters, probably not… Matthew was the last one to use it.
Matthew: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Francis: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Matthew: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Francis!
Alfred: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it-
Allen: No. Who broke it?
Matthais: Ivan’s been awfully quiet…
Allen: I broke it. It burned Alfred’s 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.