Behold, me hearties, the Silencerco Maxim 50.
$999 in New World dollars? Sold, sez I.
What be that foul humor?
Arr, it be the smell of every shitweasel in Sacramento evacuatin' 'is britches, fer this beastie be a muzzleloader, ergo not a firearm, no port of entry lubber's 4473, nor any scurvy waiting period, and no bilge-swillin' $200 stamp. They can ship it straight to me own port o' call direct, this very day. I may even stock meself an entire small arms locker with 'em, for boardin' parties an' such.
"That smell...that black powder smell! Nothing else smells like that. It smells like...victory!"