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Starlo gazed out one of the Saloon's windows, his hands behind his back. Behind him were his posse, plus Clover and Ceroba, all surrounding the subject of this meeting: The coffee machine, all but smashed to pieces.
Finally, the Sheriff broke the silence. "So..." He started, turning around to face the group, "Who broke it?" Nobody said a word. He peered at them from under the shade of his hat, scanning for any sign of guilt. "I'm not mad. I just want to know."
The silence continued for a couple more seconds. Then Clover sighed. "I did." He said, "I brok-"
"No, no you didn't," Starlo interrupted. He glanced at Ed. "Ed?"
Ed raised his hands up. "Don't look at me!" Then he side-eyed Moray, "Look at Moray."
Moray jumped and looked at Ed. "What?! I didn't break it!"
"Huh, that's weird," Ed narrowed his eyes, "How'd you even know it was broken?"
Moray leaned in, pressing their face against Ed's. "Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!"
"...Suspicious."
"No it's not!"
Ace then decided this was the perfect time to say his piece. "If it matters - probably not - but Mooch was the last one to use it."
The aforementioned Monster whirled around to face Ace. "Liar! I don't even drink that crap!"
"Oh really?" Ace crossed his arms and raised a brow, "Then what were you doing beside it earlier?"
"I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Ace!"
"Okay, okay! Let's not fight!" Clover butted in as he stood between the two Monsters, "I broke it, let me pay for it, Star!"
"No!" Starlo declared as he placed his hands on his hips, "Who broke it?!"
Silence once more. Moray glanced at Ceroba before leaning toward Starlo. "Boss... Ceroba's been awfully quiet."
Ceroba fixed Moray with a glare. "REALLY?!"
"Um, yeah, really!"
"Oh my god!"
And just like that, the group sans Starlo and Clover exploded in an argument. The scene then cut to Starlo sitting outside the Saloon, the chaos still going on within. Martlet approached and sat next to him, having heard the ruckus. Before she could speak, Starlo suddenly spoke.
"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 war paint on their faces and a Froggit head on a stick." He glanced inside the Saloon through the window. Moray was running for their life from a pissed off Ceroba, Ace and Mooch were wrestling on the counter, and Clover was desperately trying to put out the fires Ceroba started. All through the chaos, Ed was lying on the stage, snoring. Starlo looked away and leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "Good. Things were getting boring around here."
Martlet stared, pondering whether or not she should do something. One glance at the chaos within was all it took for her to reach the wise decision not to.