Yep. I can think of about a hundred things off the top of my head that're more erotic, and I wouldn't know erotic if it punched me in the face. Which, incidentally, isn't erotic.

[He stares at the door for a minute, just willing it to open somehow.]

So now what? Our reading material is subpar, and we're locked in here. And there's nothing to eat, and no television. We might actually go crazy.