Rent Check... And Scene

This is an email exchange between my roommate, Quincy Ledbetter, and my other roommate, Ryan Conner.

Subject: Rent

Quincy (10-1-11 @ 2:24pm): Transferred to your account, son.

Ryan (10-1-11 @ 2:26pm): Transfer $5 million more if you ever want to see your son again.

Quincy (10-1-11 @ 2:29pm): Keep him. Taking care of that little bastard costs me so much money, you're actually saving me $4 million by taking him off my hands.
He's allergic to rag weed and pees the bed. Enjoy.

Ryan (10-1-11 @ 2:34pm): Transfer $6 million immediately or expect to find him at your house, in your bed, peeing on your money.

Quincy (10-1-11 @ 2:36pm): I call your bluff, sir.

Ryan (10-1-11 @ 2:37pm): I dare you to call it again. Do not test me.

Quincy (10-1-11 @ 2:53pm):

FADE IN.

In a frightening, darkened basement, lighted only by a 50 watt lightbulb that hangs from the ceiling, a LITTLE BOY sleeps in the corner on a bed made especially for him. RYAN CONNER'S BLUFF sits adjacent gazing affectionately at an 8X10 of an Orthodox Jewish Man winking at him. As Ryan Conner's Bluff stares at the picture the room grows a little colder and he feels more and more lonely until the phone rings. The phone call is from QUINCY LEDBETTER'S DOMINANCE. Ryan Conner's Bluff picks up.

RYAN CONNER'S BLUFF
Yes who is this?

QUINCY LEDBETTER'S DOMINANCE
This is Quincy Ledbetter's Dominance. Consider yourself called, sir.

Quincy Ledbetter's dominance hangs up. Ryan Conner's Bluff stays on the line, and stares at the 8X10 until he hears the busy signal. He realizes his foolish plan has back fired. A tear falls from his eye. The Little Boy awakens.

LITTLE BOY
Mr. Bluff?

RYAN CONNER'S BLUFF
What is it, child?

LITTLE BOY
(shamefully)
I went pee pee on your new mattress.

FADE OUT.

Ryan (10-1-11 @ 2:58pm): Thanks for transferring the rent. I'll drop off the check.