Scyphi lives in a block game.

"Angular."

"Very angular, yes," Twilight buzzed about the room as she continued sorting the bookshelves around them. "Can you please help with this first?"

"Smooth," Spike ran a clawtip over the flat top surface of the shiny cube in front of him.

"Only the finest of Equestria's metalworks," Twilight grunted, heaving a stack of encyclopedias onto the table beside him.

"...Heavy," Spike lifted the cube with both arms. He let go of it, watching it crash back down onto the table with a thud.

"Can you not?" Twilight glared at the freshly-carved gouge in the table where a corner had landed first.

"...Powerful," Spike placed clenched the tungsten cube tighter and ascended beyond mortal bounds.

Twilight stared at the new hole in the ceiling and facehoofed.