Who Broke It?

Who broke it?

*Eisuke's coffee maker is broken*

Eisuke: Who broke it? I'm not mad. I just wanna know.

Everyone: ...

MC: I did it. I broke it—

Eisuke: No. No, you didn't. Mamoru?

Mamoru: Well, don't look at me. Look at Soryu.

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

Mamoru: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Soryu: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!

Mamoru: Suspicious...

Soryu: No, it's not!

Baba: If it matters, probably not, but Ota was the last one who used it—

Ota: Baba! I don't even drink that crap!

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

Ota: I use the wooden stirrers to put back my cuticles! Everyone knows that, Baba!

MC: Okay, okay. Let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Eisuke.

Eisuke: No! Who broke it?

Soryu: (quietly) Eisuke, Hishikura's been awfully quiet...

Shuichi: Really?!

Soryu: Yeah, really!

*pandemonium ensues*

Eisuke: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.