Like "Heist" But With Vaginas

I started a new job today (yesterday). I'm working for a film company in the Flynt building in Beverly Hills. I am not working for Hustler or any of Larry Flynt's other publications, nor does the company I work for deal in porn, the office just happens to be in this building. However, at the end of the hall on the same floor as my office, there is a set of double doors labeled "Flynt Archives". You need a key card and an access code to open these doors. It is the Fort Knox of ponrography. I have not been actively thinking about this room but all day my brain has been coming up with ways to bust in there Mission Impossible style. My brain just keeps shouting out ideas like a hyper-active sixth grader who hasn't been called on, and doesn't actually know the answer. It's very distracting. I'm trying to focus on this new job. I don't even know what I'd do if I got into that room. My brain has not thought things out that far. Remind me not to let my brain plan a bank robbery. I'd end up with a bag full of stolen cash and no getaway car.