"I wish they'd fix it," Lennon said of the kitchen. "But if they quit doing that, maybe some assholes will stop tearing things up." He really felt like whoever was making trouble needed to have some hard lessons applied. Of course, maybe they didn't care. Maybe it was Them destroying things to see what everyone in the house would do. He exhaled an irritated breath; he could speculate all day and still not know if he'd hit upon the truth. "Maybe not, I dunno."
He wondered if he'd be surprised if he knew who it actually was. Had to be more than one given the amount of stuff that had gone down.