A few days later. Cameron and Interweb haven't spoken in days. Both have been busy, and presumably haven't even missed each other.
I: I knew you'd be back...pussy.
C: Screw you, I'm only doing this 'cause no one's around. Anyway, I probably won't even pay. That's how much you're worth to me. Marinate on that for a bit.
(Cameron doesn't know the protocol for payment at his new hostel)
I: Great. Makes no difference to me whether you pay a million dollars or not a damn dime...I'm still getting mine. Comprende, compadre?