Which exactly what happens as Bahorel, gripping the edge of the box, gives an enthusiastic tug. Between his powerful yank on the old cardboard, and Combeferre's stubborn grip on the other side, the brown material gives with a dull tearing sound.

DVDs, labeled with suggestive titles in a variety of brazen fonts over images with a certain tendency toward the flesh-toned inks, slipped out of the hole and added to the messy pile on the floor.

Bahorel's face splits into a great big grin.