Heyyyy, good taste, man, good taste. [Not that Wrench cares what he drinks, as long as it gets the job done. He finishes up his previous drink, lifting the mask up just enough to drink it, then grabs the new one when it arrives.]

It's beyond a lot of people, which makes my job waaay easier sometimes, when it doesn't involve taking a hammer to something. [He nods.] But I do know what you mean. And I'll definitely keep that in mind if I need some help. [He jokingly returns the fingergun gesture, then takes a sip if his drink.]

Anyway, nice to meet you, man. The name's Wrench.