Dear Sir,
Do you really think that your blitz of e-mails are going to eventually wear me down enough to fall for the okeydoke? That is, do you honestly believe that one day I will lose my faculties, forget everything I have been taught and have learned, and that I will send you my checking or savings account number?
Come on now, Mr. Foreigner sitting in an Internet cafè somewhere overseas. I know sometimes it seems that we, as Americans, do some really dumb, off-the-wall things, but do you really think that if you continue blitzing my Yahoo account with tales of President Mugambe and how your father left you $10,000,000 US that can be mine for merely providing you with my checking or savings account number, that I will cave to the pressure and allow you to rip me off in the worst of ways?
Uh, no. It’s not going to go down like that, so I kindly request that you refrain from any further contact. Not only is it irritating and intrusive, but sooner or later, I have a feeling that somewhere, some poor soul is going to fall for your scam.
Shame on you, Mr. Overseas Scam Artist. May you meet some fate befitting all of your devilment!
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