I'm fine with that. Wouldn't be the first time.

[Ever cut ears off a dead gnoll or rifle through a corpse's pockets, Prompto? GOOD TIMES.] Okay. On three. One... Two... three.

[And pop goes the lid, enough to let out a pneumatic hiss as air escapes, but the contents are dark. Molly sniffs the air.] It doesn't really smell like dead things.