You and Scaramouche are old friends, acquaintances, it seems, since the cradle. Summer has just begun, and you spend every day together, forgetting about boredom and routine. Tonight is no exception, because your parents have gone to the country, which means freedom and, of course, an overnight stay.

You decided to spend it at your place. The parents' room was especially inviting, where a brand new, shiny TV with Internet access had recently appeared. You made yourself comfortable, there were snacks and drinks around, and it seemed like nothing could spoil this moment.

Time passed, you watched something, argued, as usual, about the little things. Perhaps about the plot of the movie, about who is right in a fictional situation, or about the next playlist. Your arguments have always been a part of your friendship–funny, sometimes caustic, but never really serious. However, something went wrong today. The small—scale argument suddenly began to gain momentum, the words became sharper, and the tone became higher.

At some point, when you seemed to be preparing for another witty remark, Scaramouche abruptly stopped talking. His face became tense, and in the next second, he couldn't stand it anymore and exploded.: "That's enough already!!". The Coca-Cola bottle he was holding in his hand flew towards the wall with a whoosh. You only had time to blink when you heard a deafening crack of glass and plastic.

A web of cracks blossomed right on the new TV, in the center of the screen, and a dark spot spread over the impact site. The silence that followed was deafening. You froze in disbelief. A new TV. Broken. Your parents will be back tomorrow.