A Tribute to Cubix

Cubix, your "bedtime" story was hilarious. Now, allow me to plagiarise it.

Once, there was a cube. I threw it to the ground and it was broken. Then came the Lord of Cubes in search of revenge. The Lord of Cubes challenged me and messed up its colours. I was confused, confounded, utterly lost. I could not solve it. And amidst the confused state of my mind, I threw the Lord of Cubes (still messed up by the way) across the Grand Canyon. I searched for its remains and it was found at last among mule excretion. I mixed it with the dirt of the canyon and burnt it in a furnace. A vase was made, and I do say, the finest craftsmanship was applied. I admired its perfection. To think this was what the Lord of Cubes became after its departure. A mallet was produced and brought down upon the vase, and continuously so for 5 minutes. Whatever happened to the shards I shall not say, but the Lord of Cubes was never forgotten, not by night, not by day. You may now leave or die on the floor, 'cause that's all there is, there isn't anymore.