Ritsu: So, who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Mob: ...I did. I broke it.
Ritsu: No, no, you didn’t. Reigen?
Reigen: Don’t look at me. Look at Dimple.
Dimple: What? I didn’t break it.
Reigen: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Dimple: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken
Reigen: Suspicious
Dimple: No, it’s not!
Serizawa: if it matters, Teru was the last one to use it.
Teru: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Serizawa: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Teru: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Serizawa!
Mob: Okay, okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Ritsu.
Ritsu: No. Who broke it?
Reigen: Tome’s been awfully quiet.
Tome: Really?
Reigen: Yeah, really.
Tome: Oh my god!
*Everyone starts fighting*
Ritsu: *in another room, to shou* I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict, in ten minutes 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.