"How can you tell when they die?"

"It's just obvious."

"So if I sold you my soul and then at some point in the next twenty-four hours committed suicide, you would be able to identify the moment when I died?"

"If I was paying attention."

"If you make me seventeen million dollars worth of stuff I'll do that."

"I'm not sure your soul is that good."

"It'd take you like twenty minutes, there's a listing for a couple massive space stations off my home planet that pays out that much."

"You just seem like you have a really boring soul."

"I think you're lying about anything happening when I die and don't want to get caught out."

"Whatcha gonna do about it?"

"Send you home and talk to someone else, I guess."

"You seem like your soul would be the most boring ever soul."

He sends him home and gets the next one.

Next one wants to get on a list and do islands.

"I can put you on a list for that, sure thing. Do people have souls?"

"Well, something gets 'em from here to Limbo or whatever."

"But they go there even if they sold their soul. Or sold it twice."

"Yeah."

"Could you take someone's soul if you wanted to?"

"I never learned how or whatever."

"Okay." Next one?

This one is cruising for sex.

"How does that work if people usually don't let you talk?"

"I waggle my eyebrows a lot. They guess."

"Sounds like pretty bad sex."