Oh god.  Oh god, it was just a mechanic.  Just one of the ones from one of the places he'd applied for.  He wasn't going to murder him with an axe  Well, probably.

"Yo," he replied, letting out a sigh of relief.  He casually tossed the trash can lid over his shoulder, where it landed in who cares where down below.  He thought he might have heard a screeching cat, but knowing this place even the cats deserved to get dinged by a piece of flying metal.  Actually, just knowing cats in general...

He went over to his fridge, and tried to grab a couple beers.  Failed.  There was only one beer.  Also the fridge was warm.  He'd have to look at that later.  He offered the bottle of warm beer to his surprise guest, completely ignoring that he (Jack) currently smelled like garbage.

"Here, want a drink?  We country boys have hospitality to consider you know?"