Hmmm, once I hurredly back my sportscar into the garage, casually making sure I don't back up into the house, I'll turn off the car, shut the garage door, grab my game, and bolt into the house and up the stairs. Next, I'll gingerly remove my treasure of the plastic bag that has been its home since coming into my possession, and place it ever so carefully on the counter-top. After a quick inspection of the box, carefully noting where the adhesive seals lie, I'll take a knife and surgically sever one set of seals, and then carefully open that flap, exposing its darkened tomb to first daylight. The primordial fumes will waft up from the game-filled crypt, teasing my senses with what awaits.
However, the surgery is only half complete. Next, I carefully extract the contents from the package...all manuals, CDs, and any other materials, such as quick reference cards and ancillary items, arranging them meaningfully before me. Cautiously, I examine the CDs, noting where the fold-points lie - those areas where the wrapping is weakest, and then insert the knife blade and subtly peel off that barrier which stands between me and that magical arrangement of 1's and 0's that have been orchestrated together in the symphony that will become JKII.
Now, with CD in hand, I open the sanctified sarcophagus and inhale the heavenly aroma of new CDs, which oddly reminds me of powdered, grape Kool Aid...