Moira: So, who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Ana: I did. I broke it.

Moira: No. No you didn’t. Sombra?

Somba: Don’t look at me! Look at Gabriel.

Reaper: What!? I didn’t break it.

Sombra: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Reaper: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Sombra: Suspicious…

Reaper: No it’s not.

Soldier: If it matters, probably not… Angela was the last one to use it.

Angela: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Soldier: Oh really!? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Angela: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jack!

Ana: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Moira.

Moira: No. Who broke it?

Reaper: *whispering* Moira, Genji’s been awfully quiet…

Genji: REALLY!?

Reaper: Yeah really.

Moira: *out of earshot* … I broke it. I burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here…