Markuseanner, an Independent Researcher of Memetics

In a barren desert was a high potence of memetic energy. Focusing in on it, you find an RV, a number of portable fans, and a resting human unlike anyone else in this world. This Other kind of human had a total of 6 arms—two resting under their head, two holding one cold beer each, and two resting by their legs on a folding chair. A large pair of breasts jutted a solid foot away from their chest, despite the lack of a large bra. Their natural green hair was tied in a ponytail and hung over the chair, where its highlight-lime tips spiral around the rock. Their face was expanded to fit a second mouth and second & third pair of eyes, both additions over/under whichever was the original.

As you start positioning yourself along the third-dimensional axises, you formally recognize how this human was an Other instead of a Female. Despite the heat, the person was relaxing comfortably in shiny, pure-black, latex pants. In the perfectly form-fitted legwear was a pair of testes the size of their skull, and three side-by-side cocks that—even as soft as they were now—could easily flop into their top mouth. The were all squished above a pair of body builder–size legs. In place of a naval cavity was a thumb-sized vagina. It looked like it was constantly leaking, but that could also be the large amounts of sweat flowing down their body.

The person sniffed the air a bit and got of their chair. Even thoufh you shouldn't be visible, they beckoned you into the RV with a hand. When you go in, you see an array of whiteboards, dry-erase markers, and memetic items. None of them would be able to affect you, given how alien you are to them, but you couldn't believe a regular human was casually walking around them, let alone living with them.

A high sopprano came from their top mouth, "I recall my name as Markuseanner, and welcome to my research-station-slash-conspiracy-room. Although I can barely sense you, there is a smell that is different and distinct enough—in spite of my sweaty man-maries and man-bod!" interrupted a low masculine bass from the bottom mouth. "My apologies, one of the memetic properties attached to me makes me talk about how handsome and sexy my M-Cup Manboobs and massive manpussy make me, even if it's inappropriate."

You are meant to be a neutral observer. The subject talking to you was already breaking a number of ☆☆☆☆☆●■□○●□ rules of research. Communicating with them though—you might as well throw away your license and devolve yourself. That said, you don't exactly have the tools to clean all of this up. As a fellow researcher, they should understand keeping things on the down low, and they may even be willing to help you clean up!