Shaking off the shock of suddenly being out of buns, you decide to make a bunless burger. You throw the meat onto the counter, aggravated that your perfect burger is gone, and you squeeze it into the shape of a patty.
But today just isn't your day. The stove won't turn on, no matter what you do. After about ten minutes on Q-gle and thirty minutes of screaming and flailing about, you look down at the patty before you, all pink and whatnot.
Thoughts begin to circulate in your head. You know the dangers of raw meat: poisoning, explosive diarrhea, projectile vomiting, and all the others. But, hey, food is food. And desperate times call for desperate measures.
(Granted, I don't exactly see why you can't just eat chips and call it a day, but I guess that's your prerogative.)
>> Give up?