Apparently, burn victim Larry here never got the memo on how to properly introduce himself to new friends—peeping on someone pleasuring themselves in the privacy of their own home or lurching after them while they're jogging in a wooded area is usually a really bad way to make a first impression. But when you have terminal brain cancer—as Larry morbidly likes to point out a bit too often between hysterical laugher and uncontrollable sobbing—and nothing to lose after burning your entire family alive in the Harmon house, social norms and manners take a backseat to flat-out crazy.
