Roman Brady *confessional*

Roman and Sam have finished talking and Roman goes back down to the beach to think.
Shane doesn't seem to grasp what I'm trying to prove, and that is that this is not "The Malena" we all know and love. Now some idiots are thinking I'm not the real curly haired, adorable, Roman Brady. What the hell is wrong with all these idiots? Except for Sam, they all belong in a padded cell. Maybe I need to just give this up. My plans won't work because nobody, except Sam and I, have the "balls" to confront this clone of a Marlena. I know she's such a heroine back in Salem and everyone either looks up to her and wants to be like her or the rest of them, like Hope, are so damn jealous of Marlena's beauty and smarts that they don't want to find the real Marlena. My only hope is to get Marlena and take her to find John and Isabella or John and Hope doing the nasty and see what her reaction is. I would know then if this is the real Marlena or not. My major problem right now is to find these damn idiots. Nobody will call a tribal meeting so I guess it's up to Sam and myself to try and locate them. Why the hell I'm still hanging around on this damn island is for one reason only and that is to save Marlena and bring her back to Salem as the once great person she used to be back in the early 1980's. And also because Marlena and I have to get to Las Vegas before the 21st of September to meet all are millions of fans and perform Love Letters, eat chocolate, and have a great time with all the RoWayne and Marlena lovers. Roman heads back to camp.
confessed by Roman Brady at 7:22 AM