Cosmic Spyglass

My painted boots tiptoed along the polished hallway baseboard toward a rolled-up grocery circular bound tight by a thick blue rubber band. Hehehe! Every interstellar conqueror requires a dread spyglass to scout fresh territory! I wedged my white gloved fingers under the taut elastic, hauling back with all my theatrical might until—snap!—the band twanged free across the floor tiles. The glossy paper unfurled just enough for me to hoist the rolled cylinder to my eye like a colossal telescope, aiming its hollow barrel straight down the cavernous corridor. Not a single soul dared wander into my theatrical crosshairs, hehehe!