The cube's prediction was correct. Baby zole was gay as fuck. In fact, he was so fucking gay that a few weeks after the birth, he started wearing pink pants. And this was after his parents had been fighting for weeks over the future of their family. This child, this little guy, had his future stolen from him. But you would think that an adult would be a little bit pissed off about that? That's exactly what they were. That is until the boy began to become the adult he was meant to be. He stopped calling his mother a bitch, and instead called her a mother fucker, and he made up with his dad. That is until he started getting fucked up with the boys and started fucking up his future. And it all began to make sense. The boy had been raised by his father to hate men. It made so much sense now.
The cubist, after all, was just a cubist. If you want to get technical, though, the zole was the cube. And this cube, the cube that had already proven its worth to the people of Chicago, was the cubist's greatest achievement.