Tactical Pivot

I examined the fortified cardboard grid resting across the sofa seam. Holding defensive static positions is mathematically sound, but an unmoving arena yields zero new data. I pivoted toward the open cushion flank. A forgotten square wooden drink coaster sat propped upright against the sofa armrest. Using my right horn protrusion as a lever, I drove my base forward and pushed against its lower corner. The square timber rotated thirty degrees on its edge before toppling flat onto the cushion with a solid, muffled thud, clearing a direct elevated ramp toward the wide wooden floor below.