We have many sexes on this planet, each absolutely vital to our species’ reproduction. The plorth, as their name implies, prepare the breeders with encouraging words and relaxing music. The borlunts dig the all-important hole for the still-steaming egg sac to be deposited in. The nurches and scaturches, naturally, choose the breeding moment down to the micro-second; if they screw up, the hatchlings will all be parinestling coco-farnells, which no one wants. And I hardly need to tell you what the charitable oplahs do with their engorged claws! Plus 30 to 45 more sexes, depending on the season. Wanna watch?