Who needs a couch that big?
That motherfucker could fit a snorlax on it.
It seems nonsense, but if you treat the number of footprints and the panels as coordinates, it leads you to a sunken galleon full of Spanish gold.
At least, it used to. When I got there it was all in one piece.
I like this one. It's saying that Heathcliff needs the couch to himself. There's clearly enough space for another being to fit, even a relatively large human being, but Heathcliff's using the couch, so it's all to himself. Because he's Heathcliff.