[Graham, still carrying his giant wrench, smacks it off the palm of his hand as he thinks. From the look on his face, he believes this whole idea is absurd.]

Play along? Me, a hero in a fantasy land? Surely someone like me, from the dregs of society could never rise up to the ranks of a hero! Or is it all an elaborate set up for my origin story? Graham Specter, lowest common denominator and enemy of humanity, climbs his way up from the gutter to save kingdoms and princesses? What a happy story!

[Now he's getting excited. He quickly spins his wrench into the air and catches it - or attempts to. Since his Job classes have reset his skills, as it were, he's not as fast as he used to be. Thanks to that, he misjudges the speed and misses, and the wrench clatters to the ground. Graham stares at it, positively horrified. For one moment, he's actually stunned silent.]