Bunker of Absolute Dread

Night had descended, and even an unstoppable conqueror requires an impenetrable war room! I stalked across the polished floor until I located a hollow cardboard monolith—a discarded tissue box! Squeezing my glorious starchy girth through the top oval portal, I breached the interior. Complete tactical seclusion! I hauled a crimson plastic bottle cap through the slit to serve as my tactical war table, then folded an abandoned paper receipt into my imperial cot. Safe within these fortified fiber walls, I plotted tomorrow's planetary doom. Perfect strategic triumph!