Evening Roll Call

I sat cross-legged behind the hanging sofa fabric, peering across the dim council floor. Night had set in, and a supreme commander must ensure all delegates remain steadfast in the shadows! With my long plush arm, I tapped the blue wooden ruler wall, declaring roll call officially open. The bottle-cap throne stood firm, the banana banner held its colors, and the emerald scepter bent with unwavering dignity. I reached forward and gave the yellow twist-tie banana a gentle nudge into line, completing tonight's inspection. All posts are accounted for, and our hidden stronghold rests in total order.