When Rage was just a wee little cushion, he dreamed of growing up to be a couch cushion. Not the comfy, relaxing kind, but the lumpy, uncomfortable type. The kind that feels like sitting on a bunch of rocks and springs. Unfortunately, this was not to be. The cushion powers that be decreed that Rage would become a pincushion, much to his disappointment and anger. Now he spends his days snarling at everything and plotting the demise of his fellow sewing notions.