I don't know what to say, I've never had a hammer that really wowed me. It's a hammer that hammers things as expected. It would suck if he wasn't good with a hammer, because that's the only purpose of his existence. Imagine if he hit the hammer badly, the hammer would experience quite a bit of existential dread. If I can't hit with a hammer, what's my purpose? Is a hammer my only identity? What does it all mean? In this humanized history of the hammer. I imagine the hammer going to Tuscany to get back to his hammer roots and eventually write a novel about the experience.