Larry's drunken reports to hq

Otto: Tuddrussel’s not THAT stupid!

Larry: How are we gonna get in?

Tuddrussel: What was it you were hoping I’d bring to the table, Larry? Quiet obedience? No. I bring the storm, I bring chaos and your imminent destruction. You made a mistake.

Tuddrussel: “Ooh, look at me! I’m Otto, and I fold my clothes before putting them away!” I bet you chew your food before you swallow it, too.

Tuddrussel: You can do it, Larry!

Larry: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Tuddrussel: Avenge my death.

Random kid: Those guys are dorks.

Larry: What if Louis Armstrong said, "I can't"? You think he'd have walked on the moon?

Larry: What’s your blood type?

Larry: Desperate times call for desperate housewives.

Tuddrussel: Hey, are you busy? And writing Doctor Who fanfiction doesn’t count.

Otto: Tuddrussel! You almost hit Larry in the face.

Larry: The real treasure is the friends we made along the way

Larry: I don’t like what I’m seeing, and I’ve come to offer you some friendly advice.

Larry: My reasons for doing things: 1) spite. 2) the aesthetic. That's it.