"I hate you."
Gerard looked glumly upon the floor at the coffee pot that was smashed to bits at his feet. Frank looked on sheepishly, knowing that this was one of the worst things he could have done to his coffee-addict best friend first-thing in the morning. "I'm sorry... it really wasn't my fault; Mikey left the toaster on, and I smelled burning coming from the kitchen... I ran in here to check on it... you don't really hate me, do you?" explained Frank, worriedly. Gerard sighed. "No, I don't hate you, I guess, but I'm pretty damn pissed off," he said, his usual light-hearted and friendly demeanor gone with his most precious appliance. "Hey did I leave the toaster on la- HOLY SHIT, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COFFEE POT?!" Mikey exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen. "I knocked it over making sure you didn't burn down the house," explained Frank for the second time, to the second incredulous Way brother.
Both Mikey and Gerard stared at the floor with the depressed gaze of a child whose favorite teddy bear had just been ripped to shreds by a vicious rottweiler. "That's it," Gerard stated suddenly, "you're buying a new coffee pot, Frank." Frank was miffed. "I don't know the first thing about coffee; I'm going to buy the cheapest one I can find and I'm going to bring it back and you're going to yell at me because it will be the wrong one." "Yeah, you're right," Gerard agreed, "I'll come with you. We're looking for a Mr. Coffee."