Tom: *holds up a broken mug* So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Sam: I did. I broke it…
Tom: No. No, you didn’t. Harry?
Harry: Don’t look at me. Look at Harrison.
Harrison: What?! I didn’t break it.
Harry: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Harrison: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Harrison: No, it’s not!
Harry: If it matters, probably not…Paddy was the last one to use it.
Paddy: Liar! I don’t even drink that stuff!
Harry: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?!
Paddy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Harry!
Sam: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Tom.
Tom: No. Who broke it?
Harry: [whispering] Tom, Harrison’s been awfully quiet…
Harry: Yeah, really!
Tom: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.