*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
karma: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
sister1: ...I did. I broke it.
karma: No. No you didn't. sister2?
sister2: Don't look at me. Look at brother1.
brother1: What?! I didn't break it.
sister2: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
brother1: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
sister2: Suspicious.
brother1: No, it's not!
brother2: If it matters, probably not, but mum was the last one to use it.
mum: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
brother2: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
mum: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, brother2!
sister1: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, karma.
karma: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
brother2: karma... sister2's been awfully quiet.
sister2: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
karma, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
karma: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
karma:
karma: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.