Subduing the Coiled Cord

I dropped off the wooden precipice and slammed straight into this swamp of thick carpet. The insolent fuzz dared to snag my ankles, trying to slow me down. Pathetic! I wrenched my black ankle joints free with a sharp twist, kicking the fibers aside. Ahead, a curled white charging cable slithered across the floor, daring to bar my way. Did that spineless rubber strip think it could hold me back? I drove my heel directly onto its hard plastic plug, stomping it flat into the rug. It didn't budge again. This territory is mine now.