Irene: So … who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Seulgi: *inhale*… I did it. I broke it-
Irene: No, no you didn’t. Yeri?
Yeri: Don’t look at me! Look at Wendy!
Wendy: What?! I didn’t break it!
Yeri: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Wendy: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Wendy: No it’s not!
Wendy: *sighs*… Well, if it matters … probably not. Joy was the last one to use it.
Joy: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Wendy: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Joy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Wendy!
Seulgi: Okay, let’s not fight … I broke it. Let me pay for it, Unnie.
Irene: NO! Who broke it?
Yeri: … *whispers* Unnie, Haetnim’s been awfully quiet this whole time-
(sounds of yelling and barking ensues)
(camera pans to Irene)
Irene: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each others throats with war paints on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.