Even mighty, pan-dimensional monstrosities, such as THE BUTTPHISH desire that special someone now and again, a partner, a mate, a female with a healthy womb that can carry the mind-crushingly-wrong spawn of the loins of the Buttphish. Or better yet- a fleet of these females, a "Harem" if you will (AND YOU WILL!!!) so that the progeny of the Buttphish will one day infect the entire planet. The Buttphish has taken advantage of this planet's primitive computer network in the search for that "Special Brood-mare"...
BEHOLD!!!!!!!