Sure thing, sweetums! says the Hammer's wife.
Moves fast as lightening, doesn't she? says the Hammer. Just wait till ya see how fast I can change that thar tire! Lemme at her!
You lead Hammer (and his family, including the crotch sniffing dog) back to the bad beach chariot, and are annoyed when I show no surprise they're with you. Oh hello Hammer, I say. How's life treating you and the family?
Can't talk now, the Hammer says. I gots me a flat to change. Start timing me, Sweetums!
DONE! he shouts. What's my time?
65 seconds, says the Hammer's wife.
CODSARNIT! the Hammer growls. I'll never get back on the pit crew like this. Maybe I should give it another try.
No, no, no! you say. We don't have time for this. We've got to make it to the party.
Party? says the Hammer's cute kids.
A Party! Why isn't that funnnnnn! says the wife
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRF!
I can't thank you enough, I tell the Hammer
barks dog, happily sniffing your crotch.
