We are coming for you, Jacko.
Don't bother, the grill is already gone. Just head down to your favorite truck stop with those pull tabs you like — you know, the one with the one with the non-disposable quasi-glass ashtrays, not just the usual tin foil recyclables beaten into the shape of a tin foil star. You know, that classy joint. It'll be the exact same experience for you and your ilk.
We are coming for you, Jacko.
I'm leaving. Get bent, Fuckstick.