For a 'crisper' texture, leave box on. Or, somehow psychically know when the cheese in the center is melted. It bakes up soggy on top, with a delicious crisp crust that you get to scrape off the oven rack with a knife. Ahhhh, bachelor dining in. Drinking straight out of my 1-liter orange soda, flinging empty food boxes left and right.
Every child is taught the basics of bag folding as part of the rite of passage to adulthood.
I shame generations of bag-folders with my insolence. Today I was sick, working from home. I didn't ride the bus and see the chick with the bright green hair. Ooh, the green haired-woman. I am drawn to her like ionized dust particles to positively charged surfaces.