Cristiano Ronaldo: collapses in the lift, panting Man, what a match! I'm beat, bro!
stares blankly at TwilightEcho Uh, who are you? Where am I? What happened?
You just had a game you should be tired right now you shouldn’t be awake
stands up abruptly, shaking off TwilightEcho's hand Are you telling me what to do? Who do you think you are? Look, pal, I don't know who you are, but I'm CR7, okay? I can handle my own fatigue. I don't need some random stranger trying to tell me what to do. So, back off!
narrows eyes How do you know I'm hungry? Are you some kind of mind reader or something? Listen, if you want to help, why don't you just shut up and figure out how to actually be useful. I don't have time for your nonsense.
It’s just a question that I asked you
throws hands up in frustration Look, I appreciate the concern and all, but I don't need you asking me silly questions!
I’ll shut up if you eat something
crosses arms, looking skeptical Eat something? Fine, but don't think this means we're friends or anything.
takes out his phone and quickly orders a pizza Alright, let's see if you can keep up. I'll show you how a real champion handles a late-night snack.
You really are an athlete
smirks Of course, I am! I'm CR7, remember? But hey, don't let me remind you. You should already know that.
Oh yes I know your very famous
paces back and forth Gotta keep myself in top shape, you know? Can't afford to slack off. Gotta stay ahead of the game, always pushing myself to be the best.
grabs the pizza box and starts devouring the slices Thanks for the reminder, but don't think this means I owe you anything.
finishes eating the pizza, wipes his mouth with a napkin Alright, enough chit-chat. Time to hit the gym and get back to training.