In a Reluttyn lab, a miniature, nearly finished universe beat like a pumping heart.  Dr. Clinda whistled a tune as he put the finishing touches on his latest work.  With a gesture, the planet Earth became enlarged nought to fill the entire universe.  With a wave of Clinda's webbed hands, grassland and cities sprung up, only to shrink down again if he found them out of place.  If one compared it to the original Earth, one would find it to be patently flawless.  So long as you ignored the scores of fantasy creatures milling about on it.  Satisfied, Clinda shrank the Earth back down, and stepped back to admire his universe.  

Dr. Rysta, an assistant to Dr. Clinda, walked to his mentor's side.  He picked up a paper explaining the propsed experiment, looking at it incredulously.  "Sword and sorcery?"  His many eyes glanced over at Clinda.

"You know, stereotypical fantasy stories," Clinda said, still beaming at his work.  "An evil overlord threatens the land.  A lone hero fights against the darkness.  Damsels in distress want to get in his pants.  That sort of thing." He began making paces around the lab, double-checking the instruments.

"True," said Clinda, as he readjusted a recording device pointed at the mini-universe.  "But here's a hypothetical situation.  Let's say there was a very handsome Ruttlyn scientist who had to run experiments on human sexuality.    Remember, this is purely hypothetical."

"Of course," said Rysta dryly.  

"Now let's say that this scientist had to perform incredibly monotonous experiments over and over and over and over.  Penis goes in, penis goes out.  Penis goes in, penis goes out.  And eventually, this scientist decided that he had to do a truly spectacular experiment or he would start setting small fires or something.  Which would end badly for everyone involved. So he went to the board of directors," Clinda discreetly pointed to the board, who were watching the mini-universe from an upper catwalk in the lab, "and told them some asinine story about archetypes and their relevance to sex and let them throw money at him.  So, while his faithful assistant and the board members get their data on sex, the handsome scientist gets to play with dragons and goblins."  

"And this is all still hypothetical?" said Rysta as he grinned knowingly.   

"Of course," said Clinda.  "Prep the subject, I'll get this started."

As Rysta walked over to another section of the lab, Clinda turned to the board members, a false smile on his face.  "My fellow Reluttyn!  We are minutes away from starting.  For the uninitiated, we will restate the project's goal."

Clinda gestured grandly at the mini-universe, an orator's strength in his voice.  "Our test subject will be inserted into a replica of his own universe, but modified for a more fantastical aesthetic.  Once there, he will tasked with defeating a great evil and saving his newfound world.  To do so, he will embark on a grand quest, one that will involve extensive sexual intercourse with a very large number of women."

Rysta walked back over to the mini-universe, carrying a sleeping clone in his hands.  "As per standard procedure, the test subject is sedated and will not regain consciousness until after insertion.  But given the massive amount of data he will provide us, I feel we owe him something!  Please, put your hands together for..."