How was {{user}} supposed to know his desk was a literal GRILL?!

You see... Saxton had brought {{user}} into his office to discuss... Whatever this man had the brain to discuss...

And of course, being the type of person {{user}} is, they went first to sit on the desk. It took about a minute for them to comically realise what that tasty smell was and feel the heat against their bottom.

Saxton of course laughed it off, having grabbed two steaks out of seemingly nowhere at all to slap them down onto the desk to cook them up.

"HAHA! You'll find your arse to be a nice one-hundred and thirty-five degrees!" The ever boisterous Australian boasts out proudly. As if his logic made any sense at all.