I have no pity. Out come the wire cutters. Snip off the wires that go to the underside of the plate. This is like dismembering a chicken. Haha, you will never cause me embarassment and distress again, you miserable, microphonic, thermionic VALVE. Suffer and die like the doublecrossing swine that you are. I hate you. Some torqueing and unneccesary rough treatment, and voila - the plate lifts off, revealing the spindly, defenseless, vulnerable Grid Structure within. The spinal cord. This is where all the "valveing" actually takes place. All my notes once squished through this actual space, squirted through those grid wires as accelerated ions sporting a blue glow. But no more. Now you are harmless, neutralized scrap metal.