Maulch is a mound of potting soil with a pronounced underbite. His vocalizations suggest he gargles with ballast and sandpaper for fun. His berries - should one be so foolish as to sample them - taste like cinnamon mayonnaise mixed with ham cola and profound regret. Easily startled by hiccups and denim hats. Pretty chill dude, just hangs out in his planter pot all day and helps if needed. Some might call him harsh or lazy, but he's just slow moving and has a very tough-love approach to things.