“The Rubik’s cube.”

“A mere child’s toy, isn’t it?”

“Yet I find it painfully fascinating, because the cube exists just as humanity does, in one of two distinct states. Either it is Solved or it is unsolved.”

“Dead.”

“Or alive.”

“Its one line of defense is just how complicated and frustrating it can make getting to the solution. Trembling hands gripping those colorful squares and feverishly clicking away as the puzzle devolves into an increasingly convoluted mess of oranges, reds, and blues.”

“Most who have tried to claim victory over the Rubik’s Cube have come up short. Their meager brains pushed to the limit until they toss the cube aside in exasperated defeat.”

“Wills bent over knee and broken in short order.”

“They let the cube win because the game it plays is not simply one of intelligence, but of attrition.”

“The tricks it plays, the mazes it makes, all of it comes culminates in a single goal.”

“To stop those idle hands from even trying.”

“Isn’t it, Dr. Cube?”

“Wrestle Heroes saw you tossed from hand to hand, your complexities leaving behind a trail of confused and infuriated warriors in your wake. Every last machination and deception decorating your mind in a menagerie of living color.”

“Every move calculated, every twist meticulously planned. Ambition crafting a seemingly unsolvable conundrum for all of Molvania to see.”

“How could one topple someone so seemingly brilliant that plans lie within plans? When every attempt to defeat him left him further and further ahead?”

“It’s simple.”

“You’ve shown your hand, Doctor. Because like the cube, I can see that your plans aren’t created out of confidence or determination.”

“No.”

“They were spawned of raw human desperation.”

“Just like the Rubik’s Cube, you know that your existence is tied to your complexity. To be solved, to be beaten? That’s not simply loss to you.”

“It’s doom. Demise.”

“Death.”

“You want to believe yourself as the architect of the world, but you’re simply another trinket in God’s toybox.”

“One that it would seem fate handed to me personally.”

“I welcome you to plot and scheme to your heart’s content, Doctor. Call your henchmen to your side, prepare every trick and deception in your arsenal. It matters not.”

“You cannot trick entropy.”

“Death does not give into frustration.”

“As I said before, it’s a battle of attrition, Doctor. I do not stop, I do not falter.”

“I merely do.”

“Once that bell rings fate will have placed you in my hands.”

“And I’m going to solve you.”

“Twisting, turning, wrenching, and yanking your body into a whimpering mess. Your plans dismantled one by one as the inevitable end clicks into place.”

“Death comes for us all.”

“You can’t out think it, you can’t delay it.”

“No matter the complexities, the end comes all the same.”

“The final pieces of your existence are clicking into place. Your life will be solved.”

“Leaving you just another one of humanity’s toys tossed callously aside.”

“You can’t outrun the reaper.”

“Once my hands are on you, it’s already too late.”