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mr. garrison: so… who broke it? i’m not mad. i just want to know.
butters: i did. i broke-
mr. garrison: no, no you didn’t. eric?
cartman: don’t look at me! look at kyle.
kyle: what? i didn’t break it.
cartman: that’s weird. how’d you even know it was broken?
kyle: because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
cartman: …suspicious.
stan: if it matters - probably not… but bebe was the last one to use it.
bebe: liar!! i don't even drink that crap!
stan: oh, really? then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
bebe: i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! everyone knows that, stan!
butters: ok, ok, let’s not fight! i broke it, let me pay for it, mr. garrison!
mr. garrison: NO! WHO BROKE IT?!!
cartman: …mr. garrison... kenny's been awfully quiet.
kenny: (REALLY?)
cartman: yeah, really!!
kenny: (OH MY GOD!) [argument ensues]
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mr. garrison: 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.