I wish I could keep things so simple. My supplies are much more complicated. For example...
This morning I was helping put away groceries when I saw some dust-covered flavored water bottles out in the mud room. Are these any good I inquired of the wife. Negatory was her response. Awful tasting or some such she she added. So when the sundries were well and properly stored, I hauled the 1 liter bottles outside.
Now, I could've taken the time to unscrew each bottle but that would be silly. I am, after all, a knife aficionado.

So I reached into my flannel jammies pocket and fished out the Spyderco Manix 2 LW in BD1 that I'd earlier been using to break down cardboard. Yessir, a quick stab and then a deft slice should have the tops of these bottles off in no time!
It took my brain what seemed like a few seconds to understand what was happening to me. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut, I couldn't breathe properly, I'd recoiled from the sudden impact...
See, what I hadn't noticed was that these old, dusty, awful tasting beverages were carbonated. I gave that first bottle a stab and it sprayed me straight in the face and then down my arm and soaked my entire knife in surgary H2O. Well Hell!
And no, no I did not give up or concede defeat to the vile thirst quenchers. No, I persevered with an almost maniacal laughter. Bottle after bottle, spray after spray until alas I stood drenched and chuckling with a pile of mostly empty bottles scattered about the yellowing-fall grass. I win!
But my knife???
No my friend, mineral oil and pants leg was not going to fix this problem. This called for... Soap and water!!!
So yeah. Sometimes I use a paper towel too.