"How dare you address me that way!" sputters the cube. "I will spit
upon you when your brain has become part of the Museum Matrix ---"
Suddenly, as if it has said something it shouldn't, it chokes back on
its words and quickly flitters away. You're not quite sure how a
flying cube manages to flitter, but it does.
Even more, you're not sure how a flying cube can spit on anything.