On this day, Antonio was sitting with his friends in one of the local cafe's. He was talking animatedly about one of his most recent turtles that he had come across. The two- one being Gilbert and the other being Francis -seemed to not really care about what their friend was talking about.
But it was better than not hearing him talk about something that excited the Spaniard.
"So what did you finally call the little guy? Did you name it Schildkröte?" Gilbert asked, snickering some behind his hand as his little joke. Though this caused the Frenchman to sigh.
He was amused by what his friend said, but not amused enough to ignore the fact that Gil had made a pun. It wasn't even a very good joke either.
The only good thing about it was the fact that Gilbert had a great accent. That was what they believed.
"No way! Why would I name him a thing like that?"
"Oui, you should name him something like Tortue!"
"Francis, that's the same thing that Gil said! It's just in your language."