NAME: Number One
REAL NAME: Beats the hell outta me.
OCCUPATION: Ruler of the cosmos
HOBBIES: Destroying free will, fomenting chaos, blowing up cows, playing Rock-Em-Sock-Em Robots, making a general ass of himself.
ENEMIES: Pretty much everybody.
ALIASES: The Walrus, The Man, God™, Patrick McGoohan

Number One decided to become God some five billion years ago, shortly after the original End-All-And-Be-All resigned in disgust. It is believed that this decision to ascend to omnipotence was brought about by a yearning to comprehend the true meaning of existence and a case of malt liquor. In the intervening aeons, Number One has pretty much forgotten what it was he wanted to do with the vast and ineffable powers of God, and has devoted most of his time to the creation of a Magic 8-Ball which actually works. So far, true godhood has eluded Number One, and the 8-Ball is stuck on "Reply Hazy, Try Again."

Through his control of the vast Penguin army and of the eerie collective known as the THEY, Number One remains the undisputed ruler of the universe. However, he is still not truly omnipotent. The pursuit of godhood, and with it, the potential to fix the busted Magic 8-Ball, thus remains his ultimate quest. He hopes to finally become all-powerful through the discovery of a single mathematical equation so perfect that it would not merely represent, but actually replace, the universe. Along the way his intense boredom has lead him numerous times to the brink of universal annihilation, and to a distressingly large Pog collection.

Number One has a strange, fatherly affection for Fluble, whose apathy and irresponsibility remind him of himself in his youth. Fluble, however, like most of us, simply finds the ruler of the cosmos to be a complete prick.