Mister Green is going to be rich. Yes, he's engaged in Nigerian scam email tennis. Luckily for him I can help.

You see if you just send me through your bank account details I'll be happy to facilitate the rest of this transaction. My Grandpapa was a dictator of an obscure African nation who's name I forget. He embezzled like there was no tomorrow. If it wasn't nailed down he took it. He used to carry a hammer around and use that other side of it to pry the nails out so he could take things that used to be nailed down too. He was very thoughtful. He was very generous too. He would give money to many countries who needed it. Switzerland. Cayman Islands. Bermuda. Jersey. He cared for his subjects citizens. He would tax them until they bled he cared so much. He would find as many possible human rights and take them away so his citizens wouldn't need to worry about having them or not. He built a few palaces which doubled as a front for his militaristic ambitions. He started a few wars to keep everyone busy and give him an excuse to take out the best and brightest. No one was quite sure why they were fighting but if an army's fighting a war somewhere else they can't be planning a coup at home. That's what Grandpapa used to say. He liked playing what he called the "big boys" against each other. The ex-colonisers always had a guilt thing he could exploit, and those darned New Worlders sticking their noses in could be placated with empty promises. He was very smart, my Gradnpapa.

Now I just need your help to get that money. You see if you can fly to the middle of nowhere, meet my cronies (they're very helpful with those baseball bats) and help my family find our money. Your cut is 10% of any part of your body.