"Did I top it, empath?"
Quota looked over the line of blood-covered yellow school buses, arranged in order of size. They were filled with dead bodies, of course--some male, some female, some school children--and Timeport was apparently trying to sell them to unsuspecting passersby.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, Timeport, but I think you've really outdone yourself." Quota chuckled, laying the sarcasm on thickly. "I mean, where did you even get these buses?"
Timeport shrugged his shoulders. "I know a guy. Besides, don't mock me. I bet the people I've killed to fill these buses way outnumber the people you've killed in your lifetime. Just give it a shot."
Quota sighed. "Fine." He turned to a random vanilla on the street and started subtly making her more receptive of his offers. "Hey lady, how much would you like to buy a bus?"