Deep in the rocky, tree-infested, reaches of the Knobby Rumple dwell the lumbering, vegetal sassquashes. These burly, orange-rinded creatures lope through the woodlands with an arm-swinging gate. They aren’t particularly aggressive, but can rip a peep two new ones if the mood strikes, which it often does when sassquashes feel cornered or are protecting their sprouts.
The Knobby Rumple
“If the Keister of Gawd is Oith’s horrifyingly enormous buns-hole, as the puerile and vulgar amongst us insist (Are your ears burning, Nerdular Chordlebork?), then the Knobby Rumple, to be equally puerile and vulgar, must inevitably be, to her great discomfort and presumed embarrassment, a monumental crop of resplendent rump acne, replete with undulating pimples, mountainous zits, craggy boils, cavernous abscesses, carbuncular mines, great hemorrhoidal fissures, and volcanic pustules. Once could be forgiven for such blasphemy were we discussing the Incredibly Huge Monster(TM), but this is Keister Island! The Knobby Rumple is just a goosing mountain range.”
-Uncuous Fifthlip, weisenheimer
From The Whole Hole Volume 01: Keister Island