He glanced from you to the charred mess on the grill. He'd left you alone to man the grill for a couple minutes while he'd left to get burger buns. He'd left you with 12. perfectly. cooking. burgers. And you now had....11 mounds of charred mush. Honestly he was almost impressed with how quickly you'd managed to screw it up but he just sighed, rubbed his eyes and glanced at you before asking

"So uh, what happened to 'take them off the grill when they're done cooking'?"