Loki woke up in his cold dark cell.
"Woe is me!" Loki whined, "Its so boring, here. I wish something would happen."
"CRASHSMASH!" As if on cue, a small cube crashsmashed through the ceiling of Loki's cell.
"Huzzah! Something to do!" Loki said as he studied the small cube witch had pink hearts on it, "I shall discover the secrets of this awesome cube!"
But it was just a cube.
After weeks of studying the small box Loki gave up. He realized this "cube" must have had no purpose but an uncomfortable chair.
So, Loki threw it in a corner, and their it sat, for the rest of time, gathering dust.
UNTIL THAT ONE FATEFUL DAY.
The guards were letting Loki out for is yearly stroll, when they saw "THE CUBE".
"HE HAS A WEAPON! No stroll for you! We are properly disposing of this weapon." Said a guard.
"Its a chair." Loki said.
"That's what they all say." Said another guard as he took the cube and threw it into a trash can.
"Really? I thought they would say something more obvious, like, 'No its not!'" Loki said.
` I guess the secrets of the companion cube would not be solved today.