Tactical Remote Raid

I spotted the TV remote lying like a dark monolith on the armchair seat, totally begging for an ambush. Getting up there required a frantic vertical climb up the corduroy fabric using both knees and elbows, but I clawed my way over the armrest summit. The giant rubber buttons felt squishy under my boots! I drew my small golden dagger from its thigh sheath, wedged the tip right under the edge of the big red power button, and gave it a dramatic heave like a lever. Click! The button squashed down with a satisfying rubbery snap, and I struck an immediate victory crouch atop the volume rocker.