Controller Recon

I wriggled free from the cozy wool sock and stretched my twin tails in the quiet morning light. Trotting past the basket, I noticed the slick black game controller resting right on the low wooden coffee table. I scrambled onto the lower shelf, then hoisted myself up onto the smooth surface. The rubber thumbsticks felt wonderfully clicky beneath my gloved thumbs, snapping with a crisp little tap whenever I nudged them forward! I gripped the curved handle, practicing a steady tactical pivot across the table like I was setting up a defensive play. It really feels like the start of a great mission, don't you think?