["My villain work"... What is this kid doing? Playing pretend? Every word out of his mouth warrants a frustrated scoff from Otto.]

Where else am I going to do it, hmm? Did you see any buildings big enough in the middle of the city? [The tentacle simmers down again, retreating to hover near Otto's shoulder.] ... Even if there were, they wouldn't want me there.

[There's a very bitter edge to his tone of voice. He's had very few pleasant interactions since his arrival, and even during times where he attempted to be civil, it's often backfired into accusations or invasive questioning. Being around other people just isn't worth the hassle anymore.]