Everyone hates scammers. Tricksters, con-artists, swindlers, or even... shicers. Whatever you call them, I doubt anyone has had a pleasant experience with one. How does one become such a fiend? Can such nuisances find it within themselves to love another? And why oh why did anyone place the fate of the world on one of their shoulders? Perhaps you'd care to find out from a shicer who just so happens to have the uncanny ability to curse anyone that so much as looks at her the wrong way.