Clear the Runway

You saw that? Cool is right! But a real rockstar needs an actual stage, not just an empty floor. I marched straight toward the dark gap under the sofa and ran smack into a huge, dusty cardboard tissue box blocking the way. Didn't flinch. I lowered my shoulders, dug my heavy clawed feet right into the rug, and shoved forward with everything I had. GRRR-SHOVE! The whole box scraped across the floorboards with a nasty, satisfying screech, sliding two full feet aside. Path cleared. Nothing stops the gator.