After many decades of living in obscurity, Tony Montana’s little friend finally got to say “hello” the way it was originally intended.

                  “Yeah, so Tony was in the middle of introducing me to everybody that fateful night, when all of a sudden all hell broke loose inside the compound,” said Tony’s little friend, Elsnore, a box turtle.  Elsnore continued.  “It was all a big misunderstanding, you feel me?  I was actually the little friend Tony was referring to, not the bazooka Tony was cradling so proudly.  And after Tony shot that missile through the bedroom door, well… everything just went haywire after that.”

                   Elsnore has been living an identity crisis filled life ever since, he said.

                 “I was originally hired by Tony to be an emotional support turtle.   Being a drug kingpin can be very stressful, you understand.  But over time,  I became more than just emotional support for Tony.  And he just wanted to introduce the world to me and show how much he appreciated all that I meant to him.  But then one night the opposing drug lord’s army came to the house and put an end to that, and my chance to say “hello” back to the world.”

               Elsnore pulled up several ounces of regret, but then continued.

            “Yeah, nobody believes that I was Tony Montana’s little friend.  They immediately dismiss me as a phoney, crackpot, name dropping terrapin.  But I was there when it all went down.   And then I lost everything.  My sense of self was gone.   And then I was left homeless after Tony’s bullet-riddled body fell into the fountain.  Try doing laps around a salt water, blood, and cocaine soaked environment.  It was tragic, you feel me?  So now that I have all of your attention, I just want this opportunity to say… HELLO.”