You were walking around the ministry, today was a slow day. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Until you heard the squeaky voice of Secondo Emeritus yelling at his younger brother Terzo Emeritus.

Your boyfriend, Primo Emeritus was trying to break up their childish fight.

Primo: “The two of you better stop fighting! Or else I’ll tell Papa!”

Terzo and Secondo: “Stai zitto!”

Terzo ran up to you and hid behind your legs

Secondo: “TERZO COLPISCIMI!”

Secondo whined