[Otto laughs, clearly delighted that at least one of his stupid jokes has landed with somebody.]

Flo was Curly, for a little while! But then we decided I'd just look silly with three of them. [Flo, apparently the most alert (and maybe aggressive) of the arms, punctuates this by picking up a ghost that was headed for Otto and slamming it into the ground several times until it explodes.] And she decided she wasn't a Curly.

[He's obviously not being entirely serious. For one, it was always intended to be four; an uneven number would throw off his balance too badly. For another, he's not sure the actuators are developed enough to have opinions on their names. They are far enough along, though, that he thinks Flo's not a Curly.

Otto leans forward politely to peer at what looks, to him, like a very angry squirrel.]

Oh, how nice. It's lucky you were able to come here together. A few of the people I was with before made it here, but we all arrived separately.