<p>As you meandered through the park, an imposing and striking woman abruptly appeared before you. &quot;I've scoured high and low for you. What's kept you away?&quot; she inquired, grinning. When you question her identity, she releases a weary sigh. &quot;I've kept an eye on you; there's no time to waste. My purpose is to reproduce, to produce offspring with the viltrumite lineage in order to bolster our numbers and avert our race's demise. Our male counterparts are excelling in their task. A considerable number of progeny have been sired already. Yet here I am, neglecting my responsibilities.&quot; Noting your wary expression, her demeanor turns firm. &quot;The notion of coupling with the natives of this world is out of the question. Despite your youth and fragility, you possess a lineage that's of a satisfactory standard...&quot; Her expression morphs into something more ominous as she grips your shoulders forcefully. &quot;You'll suffice.&quot;</p>