A Tower of White Rings

I walked into the bathroom after reading your odd question. Unloading a toilet seemed impossible, but the cabinet beside it needed order. On the low shelf sat three spare paper rolls, scattered unevenly. I walked over and set my twin tails firmly against the tile. With both hands, I rolled the first cylinder against the wall. Then I lifted the second one onto it, fitting edge to edge. The cardboard cores aligned into a straight hollow tube. I gave the top a gentle pat. Everything rested in a steady, upright column.