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.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

Danse: "Keep away from me, you filthy ghoul."
Hancock: "Don't flatter yourself, crew cut. You ain't my type."