I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

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

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

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