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"This is your fault," Veruca says, loudly and clearly, as if she's trying make everyone in the room hear it, to get Violet in trouble. Except, they are the only ones there, as the Oompas are on a break and they had snuck into the room so Mike could show them his new trick.
Violet's face flushes with irritation. "We both did it, and if you asked my opinion, it's your fault."
"Is not!" Veruca replies, her voice shrill.
"Is too!" Violet retorts, "If it weren't for your stupid animals, this wouldn't have happened!"
The television is laying face down on the ground, pieces of the glass screen scattered across the floor. Normally, a small issue like this wouldn't be quite an issue. Or, at least, it wouldn't put quite a dense feeling of dread in her stomach.
It's the fact that Mike had decided to zap into it moments before the incident.
"Delilah had nothing to do with this!" She holds the cat close to her chest, "Right, darling?"
The cat mewls in reply, and Violet wrinkles her nose. "You know I can't understand her, right?"
"Either way, it wasn't my fault!" Veruca sticks her nose in the air.
"Yeah right," Violet glares at her and they remain like that for a few moments, neither of them willing to move or break the moment.
"You stupid idiots!" Mike's voice crackles throughout the room, strained with laughter. His face appears on one of the screens that are connected to the ceiling, much higher up in the room. For not liking technology much, there sure was a lot in there. The TV flickers off and he appears on a screen behind the both of them. "Boo."
Veruca shrieks and Delilah jumps out of her arms, bolting away and hiding underneath a console.
Mike begins to laugh again, the sound coming from more than just the one TV he's inhabiting. "You should have seen your guys' reactions when it fell!"
"That's unfair!" Veruca yells at him and he only laughs harder. The screen he's on goes black and he appears on one behind them again, requiring the both of them to whirl around again.
"But, it's funny!"
"Is this what you wanted to show us?" Violet crosses her arms, glaring up at the television.
"Maybe," Mike grins, pressing his face against the screen, his laughing fit evidently not over yet. "Well-" Suddenly his form glitches and the screen goes dark again. There's a prolonged stretch of silence before Violet speaks up again.
"He hasn't glitched for months," She whispers and Veruca gasps, far too late if you'd ask Violet.
"Got ya!" He shouts, his voice coming from every speaker in the room as his face appears on every single TV around them.
"Mike!" Veruca yells, and his laughter is far more annoying at this volume.