There were cables of every console type tangled across every surface of the meeting room. One even circled round Mitsy and the fishtank, leaving her suspended against the glass and batting at inaccessible tangs.
"It was RD." "Nuh uh, Sigma's fault." "I say it's Sweet's." "Totally Matt."
Helmut tapped his foot.
"...RD started it," the others agreed.
"It was so Sigma!" RD said, pouting.
"I'll be back in ten minutes, and this room will be clean. No buts."
The last Helmut heard was a whispered "Yeah, and I still kicked yours!" from RD, and the sound of another thrown controller.