"You kidding?  Where I grew up there [i]were[/i] no strangers.  Everyone knew everybody.  Or at least they knew, 'Hey you're bobby's friend right?  A friend of Bobby is a friend of mine!'  Ain't no strangers in Hicksville."

Since the "stranger" wasn't going to sit down, Jack decided not to either.  He put the beer down, and started pulling out the fridge.  His nerves were slowly settling, and his mind was clearing up.  it would be easier to gain inspiration like this.  Maybe he'd be able to fix this thing.  He focused on the goal, "Fix the damn fridge," and a blueprint materialized in his mind almost instantly.  The first few times he'd wondered where the ideas came from.  Clearly weren't his, but they were easy blueprints to read and by this point in time he didn't really care anymore.

"Joey right?  Name's Jack Archer, but you already knew that.  You got any gum?  Or some thermite.  Gum would work better."