Hatched and hyper-evolved in a semi-secret government laboratory for no real purpose other than the gratuitous waste of time and money, Fluble's life has followed much the same pattern as his birth. Possessing the uncanny ability to fail spectacularly in any field imaginable, Fluble has proved equally adept at getting rejected by women and employers alike. Such encounters are usually accompanied by an immense mental collapse, a substantial bit of property damage, and every so often, the painful and messy demise of Fluble himself, who has, at last count, died three times and been to hell a fourth.

While most of Fluble's hours are spent in a nigh-comatose state in front of a viciously radioactive television, he is occasionally stirred to action either by his Quixotic quest to win the love of Clown or his paranoid theories regarding the evil Penguins. Both inevitably lead Fluble to exasperated humiliation, and while it is clear by now that a permanent retreat into oblivion would be best for all concerned, Fluble masochistically insists on heeding the siren call of the inane. "Stick to what you know, I always say," Fluble will remark, half-immersed in a tub of raw flapping mackerels.

Life has been kind enough to provide Fluble with some stalwart companions, true friends which will support him in any crisis, such as Burble, Mack, Schrafka, and Balt. True, Burble only supports him out of fevered delusion, and Mack only supports him out of a cruel need to hasten Fluble to his inevitable failure, and Balt just belittles and insults him, and Schrafka is usually too busy duct-taping silverware to his head to be of any real help. But still.

Fluble still insists that one day he will defeat the hordes of evil Penguins, that he will wed Clown and live in a magical space-faring gold blimp, and that his weird rag doll, Cap'n, will be "enthroned o'er the kingdom of men." He is probably right.