Before you can decide, you and the male are distracted by another charging male Yeti.
"Rawr!" yells the charging male, as he launches into a flying tackle.
The two abominable snowmen are wrestling in front of you, and you are getting turned on by their display, and musky odor.
Two more male yetis appear. Then several more appear, but they're all male. Where are the females?
"Boy, you dense," says the old man. Where did he come from?
"Way too dense, just hope you're better at bearing young. Sigh. I'm not here. I am astral projecting myself to you. The yetis were dying out. You remember the Tibetan earthquake? Well, it was Yeti birthing season, so all the females were gathered in the hot springs cavern, and it collapsed. No females escaped. I spent the last year searching for suitable replacements, but I only found you. I'll keep looking, but hurry up and choose a mate, before they kill each other."
He vanishes.
It's your job to repopulate the Yeti Species? No way!
"Rawrrgurghawlookookrawr!" you shout at the empty place where the astral projection was standing.
The fighting Yeti males stop and stare at you. Then one shrugs and starts fighting. So what if the female's crazy, it's going to mine, he grunts. The other snarls, in your dreams.