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The Oracle continued to busy itself with its decorating for as long as it could, but eventually it started to get eyestrain from its carving, strain it could not even blink to try and alleviate somewhat. Instead it ended up phasing its eye into the stone floor, letting the cool dark take its sight for a little bit while it recovered.

The indignity of looking like an ostrich was entirely acceptable in return for the relief, relief that fortunately came rapidly enough that it had extracted its head once Schnupfen returned.

Instead the ghost would find the giant space flea going through all their stuff and muttering to itself. Upon noticing/being alerted by the ghost, it would turn its gaze to him and say “I can’t help but notice that we have not deployed all the traps yet” in a disappointed tone, in complete ignorance to the fact that Schnupfen was the reason there were any traps deployed at all.

“The awful, sinful, blasphemous invaders could return at any moment after all, and here we stand, our divine gifts squandered!” it declared dramatically, hand raised to the heavens in exaltation and exasperation in equal measures.

“Even the falling rock trap, that noble imitation of your glorious victory, is yet to be deployed” it went on, while gesturing to its artwork on the wall which depicted the ghost dropping a rock on a child with far too much reverence and grandeur. Grandeur that was somewhat taken away from by the fact that Schnupfen was 90% nose in the carved drawing.

It finally concluded its tirade by saying that “This error should be corrected at once!” before waving its hands at the collection of trap crystals in a ‘well? Get on with it’ sort of motion.