I just love the dichotomy of the dude coming over acting all upset as if there's any other use for that particular weapon he's selling. It's exactly the same vibe as buying a bong back in the day, where you have to pretend like it was for tobacco and if you used any weed adjacent nomenclature, the stoned worker would be like "nah bro, that's illegal." Except like, this guy selling tools for murder and not tools for enhancing the cinematic experience of The Fifth Element.