“Being in Night Vale has given me foresight to clarify if you mean literally,” Carlos said with a slight smile.
He ‘huffed’ out a laugh, surprising himself.
“Yeah, no,” he said, “don’t think I have the steady hands required for a lobotomy. I’d just stick with questions.”
“History says you don’t need steady hands for a lobotomy,” Carlos said – a bit of a grim anecdote, he knew, but Night Vale was made up of grim anecdotes. “I’ll be honest to you and say that, in the case of Night Vale laws relating to the questions, I may not be entirely honest. Or forth-coming. It takes a healthy sense of self-preservation to live here, after all.”
The Perfect Scientist 