I'm not mad.

I just want to know.

-I did. I broke it. --No, no, you didn't.

-Tom? -Don't look at me.

Look at Ben.

What? I didn't break it.

Huh. That's weird.

How'd you even know it was broken?

Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.

-Suspicious. -No, it's not.

If it matters - probably not - but April 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, Jerry!

Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Ron.

No. Who broke it?

Ron... Donna's been awfully quiet.

-Really?! -Uh, yeah, really.

I broke it.

It burned my hand, so I punched it.

I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each others' throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.