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

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

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.