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15-06-2005, 20:08
Roberto tried his best to kiss and make up with Maxwell this afternoon but the Gooner wasn't in the mood to forgive and forget.
Maxwell, Saskia and Anthony have completely ignored Roberto after his involvement in the nomination plotting.
Today the Italian tried to sit down and talk through the problem, but Maxwell brushed him aside saying, "I don't want to talk to you and you don't talk to me."
Shrugging his shoulders, Roberto sighed, "Well I tried my best to make it up."
But he wasn't done apologising yet. Next he tried to win Anthony over but somehow his explanation turned into a complaint.
The Italian moaned that it was difficult to patch things up if the trio kept moving away from him. "For the last week you three are separating yourself from everything," he griped.
Having heard enough, Maxwell cut in, sneering, "Don't apologise, I don't want to hear it."
Roberto went to leave the room but he couldn't resist a parting shot. "Do you know what I can see when I look at you? A big L written all over the place. That's what you are, a big L."
"What, you're a big girl?" puzzled Saskia, mishearing Roberto, but Maxwell supposed he was being called a loser
As Roberto rambled on, the Londoner refused to even listen. "Are you still talking mate?" he growled. "I'm so bored of your whiny little voice! Jog on mate! Jog on."
Roberto had probably hoped things would go a little smoother than that.
Maxwell, Saskia and Anthony have completely ignored Roberto after his involvement in the nomination plotting.
Today the Italian tried to sit down and talk through the problem, but Maxwell brushed him aside saying, "I don't want to talk to you and you don't talk to me."
Shrugging his shoulders, Roberto sighed, "Well I tried my best to make it up."
But he wasn't done apologising yet. Next he tried to win Anthony over but somehow his explanation turned into a complaint.
The Italian moaned that it was difficult to patch things up if the trio kept moving away from him. "For the last week you three are separating yourself from everything," he griped.
Having heard enough, Maxwell cut in, sneering, "Don't apologise, I don't want to hear it."
Roberto went to leave the room but he couldn't resist a parting shot. "Do you know what I can see when I look at you? A big L written all over the place. That's what you are, a big L."
"What, you're a big girl?" puzzled Saskia, mishearing Roberto, but Maxwell supposed he was being called a loser
As Roberto rambled on, the Londoner refused to even listen. "Are you still talking mate?" he growled. "I'm so bored of your whiny little voice! Jog on mate! Jog on."
Roberto had probably hoped things would go a little smoother than that.