First I will gently caress it as I chant the secret mating call of the flying red booby. Then, when ive gotten it nice and moist, I would slowly peel away the tape as I tap dance to kattys perrys firework in D Minor. Once the box has accepted me as a ceeative enough person, and craves for me to open its lucious flaps, I will walk away without doing so. Who really needs to know anyway.