Trophy of Plastic

Wah! Leaving the coffee table behind, I stalked across the carpet toward the dark fortress beneath the television. What did I spot hiding under the low wooden edge? A slick black rectangular slab bristling with rubber buttons—a command console, clearly meant for an elite champion! But an ambush was waiting: two tangled charging cables were coiled across it like sly serpents trying to rig the contest. Hah! Did they think Waluigi would forfeit? Never! I planted my long legs firmly on the carpet, grabbed the thickest wire with both gloved hands, and heaved with dramatic flair. Pop! The tangle snapped loose, sliding harmlessly aside. I hoisted the corner of the remote onto a book, claiming my prize!