Operation Couch Fortress

Night had fallen, and while the sneaker trap guarded the doorway, I required absolute comfort for my evening scheming. I marched over to the coffee table and set my sights on the TV remote resting by a forgotten stack of coasters. With a mighty leap and a tactical roll, I landed squarely atop the rubber buttons, sending the glowing television box humming to life! But a mastermind needs cover. Heaving with all my might, I tipped a tall blue ceramic mug on its side, wedged a wooden coaster against the lip, and tucked myself inside this newly fortified command bunker. Perfect visibility. Complete invulnerability. Let the late-night broadcast witness my triumph!