Oh, that's right, you two met up for gay sex. I had no idea it was so easy to get GunSmith to meet with you.
Hey, GunSmith, wanna meet up? I have candy, and no surgical equipment at all. I totally have no use for your vital organs, and I certainly don't have the number for a person to sell them to. Trust me, there isn't a single Russian crime boss who needs your heart, nor is there a drug baron in need of your liver.