The Coaster Grid

Four wooden coasters lay scattered across the coffee table in utter disarray. A fractured pattern. Chaos! Unacceptable. I locked onto the rogue squares and charged. Twin blades lowered like dual battering rams! I planted my plush boots, caught the outer edge of the first tile, and shoved. Scrape! It slid across the polished veneer. Pivot. Strike two! The second square met the third with a crisp, hollow clack. One final synchronized dual thrust pushed the borders flush. A pristine two-by-two grid locked into place. I vaulted straight onto the center seam, blades crossed high. Order has been restored!