I can not, for the life of me, grasp the concept of not needing more tools.
It sounds unnatural, unholy and dark. It's like a pit of blackness and cold draft. The sort that is not wind, does not move, yet surrounds you in its cold embrace, sucking the warmth off your bones, shining its cold, sick light through every little hole in your tool collection. Just like a snake can crawl through the tiniest of holes, the malaise of toolesness can spoil even the cosiest of toolboxes...
I had to google what JIS is, but the veil is now lifted, and I realize the foundation of my modest tool fortress is shaky without some.
It matters not that the multitude of toolsets lost in my shed still unpacked (while I fight daily life with the remains of my 2006 ikea home set still in its orange box) probably already contain JIS. It matters little that the green Werras in my room are untouched and sealed because they are too clean to use.
The battle is on.
It is a battle that knows no mercy and merci.
It is a fire that can only be extinguished with iron will and a credit card.
Wish me luck, friends. Wish me luck.