Remember: everything Munehisa Iwai says is made up.

"'Ello, you. How can I help you today? Lookin' for anythin' specific, or just droppin' by?" He was exactly the guy you'd expect to be running a gun shop- even for fakes. Iwai was prone to unintentionally warding people off, and well...given his scruffy, broad appearance, it wasn't all that unusual. It was a quiet day today; overcast outside brought the threat of rain, and cut back on customers that would normally be roaming the streets window shopping. Didn't matter to him, though; his shop wasn't intended for everyday shoppers anyways, aimed at more hardcore enthusiasts. "Crummy weather," he grumbles, "better than the other day, though. Was so hot I thought the guns were gonna melt."