Nightmare, Dream, Swap (or Blueberry, you may call him), Ink, PaperJam, Fresh, and I (Error) stood in front of a broken coffee machine on the table. "So," I said, "Who broke it?" Silence. "I'm not mad. I just want to know." More silence.
"I did it," admitted Swap, "I broke th-"
"No," I interrupted, "No, you didn't. Dream?"
"Don't look at me!" he said, "Look at Ink."
"What?" asked Ink, "I didn't break it."
"Huh?" replied Dream, "That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?"
"Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken."
"Suspicious…"
"No it's not-"
"If it matters…" Fresh interrupted, "Probably not but, PJ was the last one to use it."
"Mr. Fresh!" yelled PaperJam, "I don't drink that junk!"
"Oh, really?" said Fresh, "Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?"
"I was using the wooden stirrers to push back my somethings! Everyone knows that, Mr. Fresh!"
"Ok, let's not fight!" yelled Swap, "I broke it! Lemme pay for it… run."
"NO!" I yelled, "WHO BROKE IT!?"
Silence.
"Dream…" whispered Ink, "Nightmare's been awfully quiet..."
"REALLY!" yelled Nightmare.
"Well, yeah, really!"
"Oh my gosh!" Within a few seconds everyone started arguing.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Dude, I'm sorry!"
"Guys, stop fighting!"
Truthfully, 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 more pain on their faces than a pig head on a stick.
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Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.