 I bet you there was a good 10, 11 minutes last night. I just heard tongs clink, clink, clink, clink, clink. I'm like, dude, it's 1030. You do know. Stop clanking the tongs. You do know that's a requirement for grilling while using tongs. You have to clink them together. Otherwise, you don't know if they work or not. Yeah, but you would have thought that this was like a gathering of a half a dozen fathers and how many times he clanked the darn things. James is a den mother. They sounded like Mr. Krabs out there. Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank. Krabs!