Coca sat there, gazing at the knob. Kill Garbodor. His six inch door knob pulled out of his pajama pants. This had become a habit for him. He had watched knobs over 400 times. Tonight, Coca sat in his room all alone, watching two knobs gobble themselves. He was nearing high noon. He put a knob over his mouth and gobbled a long moan. Coca was in knob heaven. Viddah had been watching in silence from the crack beneath the door knob. Viddah was paying no attention to Coca's knob as he gobbled his fingers. That is when he realized just how much he liked Knob Gobbling. Thus creating the need for Knob Gobblers