He's whining about us to Skinner again, aw.
As usual, the sparkling husband dude, along with many other primitives, thinks that decent and civilized people are dense, even stupid.
The sparkling husband dude's trying to unmask a mole, perhaps even hoping it might be me.
Now, I really dislike giving away clues, but while I have no idea what other moles do on Skins's island, my own mole never touches base with the sparkling husband dude (and some certain other primitives); never comments at the sparkling husband dude's campfires, or replies to one of his comments.
My mole stays away from the sparkling husband dude (and some certain other primitives) because there's no reason to inquire of him over there; the sparkling husband dude, as with these certain other primitives, freely and openly gives franksolich what he wants, or needs, to know.
I mean, it's like leaving a freshly-baked pie on the sill of an open kitchen window, and then going to the bathroom or something.
So why bother to knock on the door, and ask for a piece of pie?
Seriously, franksolich's mole has never had intercourse of any sort with the sparkling husband dude on Skins's island. franksolich's mole has more-important things to do; anthropological research trumps all.