A few days later. Cameron and Interweb have spent quite a bit of time together. Cameron has learned the payment process, which has given him the confidence to be seen with Interweb by his fellow hosteliers. They find themselves in a bit of a game.
C: You know, Interweb, these last few days have been great. It really feels like the good old days. You and me, spending time at Thunderbird...
I: ...Clementine...
C: ...Epoch...
I: ...Flightpath...
C: ...UT Campus...EID's!
I: Bah! Ha ha!
C: ...wait, wait, how about this one: neilisgay!
I: That shit is classic. For reals.
C: Man, we've had some times over the years, Interweb.
I: No doubt. Remember bandwidth restrictions at Moore Hill?
C: Ha! I never knew what the hell that meant.
I: I still don't even know what that means. Ah ha ha ha ha.
C: Ha ha ha ha. That's rich.
I: Gold...no, no...platinum.
C: You know what, Interweb, I'm sorry for all that mess from before. I was acting like an idiot. You're alright. In fact, Interweb, I think you're the best.
Cameron and Interweb share an embrace.
Curtain
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