Hi there again!
So you found the right jack, did ya?

Yes, I did. Do you mind telling me WHO the heck you are?

Didn't I tell you some folks call me The Hammer?

Maybe...but I don't understand. What are you doing in our garage?

I'm visiting. Me and the wife have been here for well on to three weeks now.

You stare at him a minute, wondering if you're completely losing your mind. How could this guy and his wife...wife?? Where's your wife? you ask.

She's over in the corner, reorganizing the tool boxes. A mighty handy gal to have around. HONEY! Come say hi!

HI!

Ain't she just the cutest thing? You ought to see how fast she can whip up a meal with a blowtorch. Wanna meet the kids and dog too?

No, I don't. What I want is for you people to get out...

Hey kids, the Hammer yells, completely ignoring you. Don't be shy! Come on out here and meet the nice person. I promise they won't bite like the dog does.

Uhhh...look...you begin

Here they are! the Hammer says. My prides and joys!

Excepting the dog of course. She's always embarrassing us cause she's one of them crotch sniffin' kind of hounds. BAD DOG! STOP THAT!

Anyways, you've met the whole family now. Yessiree! We's a cleaning-living All-American God-Fearing bunch of garage squatters. Now what did you come in here a-looking for?

You decide you HAVE completely lost your mind. After all, you came looking for a jack and found a card-game and family of complete strangers living in your garage. You find yourself mumbling about spares, chairs and jacks to fix flat tires...

A JACK! The Hammer shouts, pounding you on the back. You need to change a flat tire?

Well, that was the idea, you say wearily. But since I can't find a jack or a spare to change the tire anyway...

But you DID find a Jack to change your tire, says the Hammer. ME! I'M Jack! I use-ta work as a pit crew guy for NASCAR, among other things. I'll have that tire changed in a jiffy!

Maybe instead of going insane, you're merely going crazy...