Chuck: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
Michael: I did. I broke it…
Chuck: No. No, you didn’t. Gabriel?
Gabriel: Don’t look at me. Look at Lucifer.
Lucifer: What?! I didn’t break it.
Gabriel: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Lucifer: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
Gabriel: Suspicious.
Lucifer: No it’s not!
Metatron: If it matters, probably not… Amara was the last one to use it.
Amara: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Metatron: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Amara: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Metatron!
Michael: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Dad.
Chuck: No. Who broke it?
Lucifer: [whispering] Dad, Raphael’s been awfully quiet…
Raphael: Really?!
Gabriel: Yeah, really!
…
Chuck: 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 warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
















