We’ve been circularly discussing the insanity of this matter for years: Jack chooses to believe that two smash burger patties equal in thickness and/or volume to one, frozen patty is somehow cheating him out of meat (despite being an earnest attempt to maximize surface area and maillard crust with a given amount of beef), and he just tantrums harder when anyone attempts to explain this to him. Jack isn’t satisfied with anything less than a brick of purple that’s still mooing. He has the palette of a fucking cave troll, yet none of the charm.