There. You should be safe for the next meal...at least...
Oh no...that sofa’s not going anywhere. The little ones would kill me.
A couch is the evil kin of the barcalounger.
It waited for it’s prey to come by, it’s leather upholstry tempting it’s vitcims to their doom. Waiting with it’s siren song of comfort and relaxation to lure some weak willed to take a seat... Suddenly they are stuck! The chair won’t let them go! Slowly it starts it’s feeding process.. the victim feels their legs and arms grow weak as the chair saps their strength. Then it devours their soul once they are asleep and defenseless....
And everyone thought that barcaloungers were harmless luxuries.