Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
No, it’s not!
If it matters, probably not... Martha was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Ram!
Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it-
No. Who broke it?
Heather's been awfully quiet…
. . .
I broke it. It burned Veronica'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.