Anthropomorphic 

Furry White Bunny 

Character Portrait

Kiki Gobflap 

Since the day of its formation, the infernal gong-pit of Anthroxville has half-nelsoned itself around certain symbols that have come to be representative of what it is, what it’s not, what it strives to be, and what it hopes to avoid. Always contentious, they are foundational cultural powder-kegs of identity and meaning which serve to unite by further dividing an already distrusting, unstable, and vengeful people. Without a fiery baptism in the court of the public consciousness, they would remain just simply objects, ideas, and events. To truly become a symbol in Anthroxville, something must be forged in the foundry of controversy and polarization. Take, for example, the eye-bulgingly opulent hot-air balloon, called home by the infamous tycoon, Dinero Cashmoney, who floats up high in decadent protest of Piper Yuwot’s tuneless new tax. For some, the hot-air balloon represents a showcase in boil-bursting greed; for others, a fixity of unyielding purpose. Both are true.

Another example is the now ubiquitous steamroller. It was first deployed by the flat-earth fundamentalist, Pat O'Plateau, as a means to pancake the infidel Johann Underbelly and his supporters in what became known as the Underbelly Fiasco. With the flatwa (an open call to splat on sight) still ongoing, the steamroller has come to symbolize either the tragedy of Anthroxville’s fading intolerance of tolerance, or, the promise of its emerging tolerance of intolerance – again, depending on which side of the aisle you stand. Then there is the ancient sport of arm-wrestling, which to many, such as Julian Jodhpur, Roy Bibbowski, and Axel Kettlebell, is a glorious distillation of Anthroxville’s greatest virtues: audacity, ambition, and aplomb; whilst for others, such as Binky Pettifogger, Hercule von Hooter, and the anthropomorphic furry white bunny, Kiki Gobflap, it represents quite the opposite.

In fact, it was Kiki who became embroiled in what would be the genesis of another of Anthroxville’s schismatic symbols: the sink-plunger. While not much to look at, the sink-plunger (plunger or SP for short) has long been capable of packing more than a perfunctory punch; for not only is it a dutiful, unassuming, and reliable little number, but when deployed correctly, this nimrod can serve up one hell of a beatdown. Perhaps even more importantly, it does so in the most embarrassing of fashions, eclipsing even the long-heralded frying pan in this domain. If word gets around that you’ve been slugged-out by an SP, you best be ready to bid your street-cred adieu. Even worse if there's video evidence or eyewitness testimony. That’s what makes them so dangerous: the reputational fallout. Your hard-fought record is wiped and you have to start again all over, this time with a permanent mark against your name. Paranoia usually sets in before long, as you go about trying to restore some self-respect. “I’m not a buffoon,” you tell yourself, “I’m not.” But it’s obvious that you are, especially if at some point during your slapstick brawl, you suffered the indignity of getting cupped around the mouth and treated to the mother of all plungings. This coup de grâce is the stuff of nightmares, and is generally considered the ultimate humiliation of a sink-plunger in its weaponized form.

With the continual uproar over the risks posed by the ever-rising instances of mass plungings, drive-by-plunges, and plunging first, asking questions later, coming predominantly from the goons and roughnecks who fear them most, such as John Knuckle, Victor Wallop, and Mario Miff; and the subsequent arguments made by the SP advocates, who claim that plunge-crime is simply a price worth paying since they level the otherwise skewed playing field in matters of self-defense, such as Herbert Whiffpop, Bridget Kookold, and Erm Wotsischops, you could be forgiven for mistaking that they always were a center-court feature of life in Anthroxville. However, that is far from the case, and it is the furry white bunny who is responsible for pioneering the first use of a sink-plunger in action, during a now folkloric event, in which she not only fended off the famed cardinal of kleptomania himself, Orville Stonker, but nearly sent him into an early retirement, after catching him in sandwiched halfway through her kitchen window and…