I look at the box and quickly realize this is no ordinary box. I try to open it by using my laser eyes but to no avail, the lasers bounce off and hit my turtle, my turtle dies. "NOT SHELDON!" I yell. I then begin to cry, my tears flowing onto the box and softening it. I then suddenly stop crying and swear vengeance upon this box, I WILL OPEN IT IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO! With a wicked gleam in my eye, I pull out my secret weapon, a poptart (hot fudge sundae flavor) and begin to slowly, painfully slice open the box with it.