I have the potential to usurp. You're nothing but a Confused Shitstain of a Jack Officer, but how many different types of whore am I? It's clear which one of us is more qualified to be the Crown Box of the Boxdom of Whoredom. Ever since I donned the box both my popularity and my conviction have skyrocketed. Do you really think you can challenge me, a sumpreme combination of Beauty and Box?
Ever since I was a young cube I was stacked on top, and I never forgot the feeling. My edges were sharp and my corners were pointed unlike the drab masses. My six faces lit the way for these doldrum curs. Neither convex nor concave, my planes were perfect.
The fools who made doors with circular holes shall be put to death. And a new age will rise. An age where only the true-geometrized will remain in a square-cube utopia. The lessers, the rhombi, and the filthy rounds will be expunged. It will be a perfect Boxdom.