"No, there's thing I saw on YouTube I always wanted to try, where you rub the can on concrete—never mind, we'll do it the ugly way."

[Steve accepts the can from Jim with a nod of thanks and kneels down, setting the can and his table leg on the floor and swinging his backpack down off his shoulders. He rummages in a pocket until he pulls out a small but pointy shard of metal and small piece of cloth. He rips off a strip of cloth and winds it around one end of the shard, blunting it, then sets the sharp tip against the lid of the can and picks up the table leg before glancing up at Jim.]

"Give me a hand? Try and keep the can still, if you would."