*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Saris: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Sirul: ...I did. I broke it. Saris: No. No you didn't. Kaara? Kaara: Don't look at me. Look at Arajen. Arajen: What?! I didn't break it. Kaara: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Arajen: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Kaara: Suspicious. Arajen: No, it's not! Sharrat: If it matters, probably not, but Anja was the last one to use it. Kaara: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Sharrat: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Karra: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Sharrat! Sirul: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Saris. Saris: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Sharrat: Saris... Kaara's been awfully quiet. Kaara: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Saris, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Saris: 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. Saris: Saris: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Saris: Rules are made to be broken. Sirul: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Kaara: Uh, piñatas. Sharrat: Glow sticks. Anja: Karate boards. Arajen: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Saris: Rules. Sirul:

Saris, walking into his apartment on Dromund Kaas: Hello, people who do not live here. Anja: Hey. Kaara: Hi.  Sharrat: Hello. Sirul: Hey! Saris: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Arajen: We were all out of snacks.