I picture you twirling a dastardly mustache as you type your innocent-sounding queries to your not so innocent lambs.
I can’t wait for his next reply. I actualy want him to tell me what he thinks the problem might be. I know he’s (quite rightly, although I denied it) accused me of lying and playing games, somehow, I’m not sure he’ll be able to make those accusations again in the face of my meek questioning tone.
We’ll see. I can’t imagine this one is going to run past the next weekend, unless I can think of some other reason to keep him hanging on.
How do you ppl find this kind of sick sh*t? :eek:
Of course, but I was trying to trick you into admitting you don’t actually work in a bank, but are in fact sitting in a greasy internet cafe in west Africa.
I’ll leave him a little while before replying.
Challenge him to tell you the color of the boathouse at Hereford!
This is quite lovely. He’s almost sure I’m messing him around, but not quite sure enough, apparently.
Crandall, shame on you. Look at how the good Dr. Brunton has fallen back on screaming in all CAPS for quit a while now. Why don’t you inquire after his health? Maybe suggest he lie down, take an Advil?
Well, It’s been a lot of fun, but I think Dr Brunton is going to have to get the hairy arse picture next. Unless I think of some other ruse in the next half hour…
Apologise profusely telling him it was your mistake that the entire time you have been trying to send him the money via Eastern Union.
Nice idea. I think we’re going to move this one into the end game though…
Hope is good, yes. It’s all you’re going to get.
I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to name my first child “Crandall Spondular” now. I hope she’ll understand after I show her this thread.
You might inquire, in the meantime, what happened to all those ever so serious deadlines they set earlier. Why aren’t those a problem anymore?
Too late! I have unleashed the arse of doom!
I can’t link to the image I sent, for various reasons - including board rules and my own reluctance to host such an image on my own webspace, but if you do a google image search for the phrase cock for this arse, you’ll quickly find the arse I’ve chosen to send this time.
Not in my lifetime, pal. 
On the other hand I think I`d pay for a picture of Dr. Burton when that vein in his forehead, that you have so masterfully swelled with vain frustrations, finally burst, splattering some hole-in-the-wall cybercafe screen.
Well, oddly, he decided to reply. Usually they just disappear in silence.
I don’t know if he’s referring to the image, or if that’s some kind of threat. let’s find out - I’m just going to act as if nothing is wrong…
Wow, I never thought he’d reply. I sure hope you keep posting for the next couple days, so that we know he didn’t hunt you down. 
Oh, you really should have sent the lemon party. More offensive than a butt.
If I do stop posting in the next couple of days, it’s marginally more likely that the cause will be a stream of monkeys flying out of my butt, than that I’ve been tracked down by this muppet.
True. I mean, if he had the power to do anything to you, he wouldn’t be phishing. I still can’t believe that he bothered to respond.
Is there a possibility that he’s stringing you along now? You know, to keep you occupied so you can’t turn your attention to other scammers.