[Leave his corpse out on the tarmac for his 15 relatives to find. He'll curse them all for not being around to bus from the great beyond.]

For some reason, I feel like atonement is going to involve something very unpleasant!

[A snowball to end his life, perhaps! He tosses his own up into the air, catching it deftly despite the fact that his fingers are already red from the cold.]

Seems like we have no choice but to take up arms on opposite sides, doesn't it?