I tell you, our worst hassle was a primitive who wasn't even aware she was a hassle.
The snobbish primitive, the "uppityperson" primitive (the subject of my next "Self-Portrait of a Primitive"), who caused us more trouble than the scammers all put together.
And she wasn't even one of the scammers, just a random primitive.
The snobbish primitive is the best damned mole-detector on Skins's island.
I don't know why my fellow alum spends money to purchase special computer programs so that the elusive enigmatic Elad can "detect" moles.
The snobbish primitive is free, and error-proof.
Anyway, so about twelve of us had all these moles digging around the scammers, probably more than 30 moles, and then by chance or accident (she wasn't involved in the scam, remember), the snobbish primitive would bump into one of us.
The slaughter was awesome. It took place over about five months.