
26/06/2025
The treat budget at Mantis Manor is astronomical. I don’t even know why I give any to Ora, all she does is parade them around, moistening them in her mouth like some old mafioso who is trying to quit smoking so he just sucks on a Cuban for the essence. Sabin and Celes finish theirs, then the cavalcade of goats begins. Ora walks from room to room, rubbing on furniture, passing obstacles that Celes just mushes through. This goes on for hours, then when her whimsy changes, she just drops it- “Enjoy my spittle, lickspittle,” and the other two love to oblige fighting over her soggy cigar of rawhide alternative in an embarrassing display of base instinct. Maybe Ora is just that enlightened and I’m missing the point.