I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.