Teacher: Bonjour
Boy: Hey.
Teacher: I know you're French. You look French.
Boy: No, I'm Cuban. See my shirt? "Cuba"
Teacher: You're like a secret agent from France who claims to be from Cuba, here to spy on our secret plans to steal their french fries.
Boy: Yeah...sure.
Teacher: One day, I'm going to go to France to buy some french fries, track you down and prove to the world you're French.
Boy: You do that.
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-class waits for Boy to come back to the classroom-
Teacher: What is taking him so long?
Student: Where do you think he went?
Teacher: France
French Spies
