Once upon a fried chicken in a box there was a cat who was named KFC (Kitty-Fried-Chicken). He played all day in the rolling hills of FCLand (Fried-Chicken-Land) brutally massacring all the chickens he could see. The small bumps rolled and bent un-blockily as far as he could see. The grass bent and waved to and fro in the fried chicken wind and small ponds filled with baby chickens with water clear as water littered the landscape.

KFC was a rusty tabby cat that looked like a vein of fried chicken iron against the rare rocky outcropping in the side of a grassy dune. His tail was as long as a stick and could balance him as he slowly would steady his lithe, muscular body when he would carefully walk along fried chicken the branches of trees. I like trains.

Later on one casual, sunny afternoon, as KFC fried his last chicken for the day, he saw something he never could've amagined. It was a cube! It was square on both sides and looked suspiciously looked like grass, but it was a brighter, greener grass, but it did not slope and just jutted out of the hill KFC stood on. Something that looked like dirt covered the sides of it, but the grass-like grass grew a little down the side.

Sadly, KFC had a bad case of OCD (X-Out Cubes Disorder) so he obviously had to create a plan to annihilate the grass cube... but first he had to figure out what a cube was! So, KFC borrowed the local dictionary from the local book-selling fried chicken stand and looked up "Cube". The dictionary defined it as "The third power of a quantity, expressed as a3 = a x a x a."

Of course, KFC never had known what mathematics are, so he burned the fried chicken dictionary and opened up his laptop. The bloodthirsty tabby typed in "dictionaryness.com" and there typed in the search bar "Cube". The website said "sugar cube". KFC burned his computer too.

He dashed back to his hole-in-the-wall, brought out a few hundred tons of TNT, and stacked it all around the box of grass. KFC loaded a bunch of chickens in the giant room of TNT so he could have more fried chicken fried chicken later to eat, shut the wooden door, and detonated all of the explosives.

Innards became outtards as the bomb exploded all around the cube of dirt. When the smoke cleared, the cube of grass was still there, floating in midair. Pie flavor KFC ate more chicken as he contemplated how much explosives it would take to decimate the cube.

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