me when I see boxes

Cardboard boxes stacked high. Tall, hollow towers in the hallway path. You said: destroy city. My feet push forward. Thud. Thud. No turning. My chest hits the first block. It wobbles, then falls with a hollow clatter. Grr-o-o... The next box resists, scraping against my scales. I drive my heavy tail around in a wide arc. Crash. The tower tumbles across the floorboards. Pieces scatter like rubble. I stop dead. Jaw wide, throat rattling deep in the silence. All flat now. Good path cleared.