When I think of claymation, I inevitably think of the Rankin-Bass claymation holiday specials that I used to watch as a kid. There’s just something about the animation style that drags me back to both childhood and the Island of Misfit Toys. It conjures up a sense of innocence and joy. So it’s really just waiting for someone to twist and pervert the medium. To take that innocence and contrast it with the hypocrisy of adulthood and Godless-Christian Religion. Welcome to the sick, sick world of Moral Orel.