(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I sighed, and tucked it quietly on my lap to rest for future battles against the
multiverse.
Morte stared at me and shook his head.
"What's that, cube hero? 'Morte's a stupid skull?' Why, yes he is, isn't he,
cube hero?"
Morte sputtered, "Hey! It didn't say that!"
"Yes, it did! It said it just now!"
"Wh --?! Gimme that thing!"
I held the Modron Cube away from him, "No, it's mine. He only wants to
hang out with me anyway. Don't you, cube hero? Yes, you do!"
"I. Just. Want. To. Hold. It. For. A. Second."
I grinned, "But you don't have any hands."
"I'll hold it in my TEETH."
"No, I think I'll just put it away for now," I said, sticking out my tongue.
"I'm gonna smash that modron cube to bits," Morte grumbled under his
breath.
"Did you hear anything, cube hero? Neither did I!"
I was fiddling with it for just a bit longer, before I had to put it away, when
upon bending the left knee there was an odd pop! and the toy shuddered in
my hands.
"Wh-"
I toyed with it some more.
The wrong movements would reset the limbs to their original positions, but
one by one I worked out the correct sequence of manipulations. First there
was the knee.
778