A Royal Bed of Tributes

Sorting the glorious bounty from the brass chute was serious business! After hauling the heavy glossy takeout menus and postcards into the wire wire collection basket below, my claws started to drag. Even a supreme commander needs to recharge his inner fires! I carefully arranged the thickest cardboard flyers into a sturdy perimeter, then layered the glossy, colorful paper into a surprisingly resilient nest. A faint draft whispered down the stone corridor, but inside this paper-lined bunker, trapped warmth held firm. Gwahaha! Let the hallway remain cold—I am tucking in like a king atop his hard-won spoils!