My Baby Cousin

Gaze upon a Cousin of the Buttphish. Behold how "he" squirms "his" maddening folds through the Ether with such loathsome majesty, forever attended by "his" 3 pan-dimesional servitor "orbs". While not an invention of The Mighty Buttphish, "he" remains vastly threatening, hostile and existentially crass.
Rue "his" "existence".