A stealthy pagoda stalks its prey
But when you're a geometrical, mutating bug, you slip through the legs of stealthy pagodas like dust motes on the wind.
Peering out over that stark angle from a high, slit-like window, the dark lord tries to intimidate the bug with his evil sweater and his evil, self-deprecating, Keilloresque humor.
If you can see the chessboard on the table in the overlord's cozy den, you're sitting too close to your monitor.
The bug thinks, he'll never think to look for me in here. Then he promptly fries himself to a crisp in the sauna.
End of bug.
End of story.