Chaos The party

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Everyone is standing around the broken coffee
maker*

Max: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

El: ...I did. I broke it.

Max: No. No you didn't. Mike?

Mike: Don't look at me. Look at Will.

Will: What?! I didn't break it.

Mike: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

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

Mike: Suspicious.

Will: No, it's not!

Lucas: If it matters, probably not, but Dustin was the last one to use it.

Dustin: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Lucas: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Dustin: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Lucas!

El: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Max.

Max: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Lucas: Max... Mike's been awfully quiet.

Mike: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Max, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Max: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Max:

Max: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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