He knew he shouldn't have gone there. He

He knew he shouldn't have gone there. He knew it was against the rules. But he couldn't help it. Not one bit. He had to see. He had to know. It wasn't as if he couldn't back out at

any time. He decided, what he did, he would've done it again.

He went forth into the street and flagged down a taxi. He climbed in the back and was surprised to see his ex-mother-in-law's hairdresser Sheila. She was holding a strange

looking flat iron with a maniacal grin plastered across her face. Gripped tightly in her fist was a ticket to today's Oprah show. Faster, faster she hissed.

The bus suddenly began traveling at twice the speed of light. And before she knew it, she'd ended up on the other side of the galaxy. So much for today's Oprah taping. She decided

that was it with the energy drinks. This was too much. The bus driver pumped the brakes even though she was in space where the law of inertia was dominant. She floated towards a

The cube lube was multicoloured nondescript goo, but Papa Rubix was right. Mama Rubix served everyone grilled chicken and the little ones played inside the bus until they returned

the lonely to the pitied and the soul to the body. The heartache lingered between them for 3 days and Mama Rubix blamed Papa Rubix and his cube lube. Papa owned it himself. Taking

less lube had caused the pain but in fact the truth was it was only because mam Rubix was now pregnant with 7 baby Rubix cubes. Papa Rubix had to sleep on the couch.