It’s a veritable fat black woman seafood cocktail every night in the Orca mansion.
Wait, did I say “cocktail”?
Redact that. It is not part of this story in any way.
Are you saying it’s a clowder of gleaming, purring pussies at Casa d’Oprah every night? Is it a floating galleon of gash? A slurry of scissoring succubi?
Be clear, man! Tell us what you really mean.