“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.”
“Then I’ll stick to the basic one.” he said. “Can I leave?”
Carlos hummed, scratching his fuzzy cheek as he thought about it. “The short answer is ‘yes’. Yes you can.”
The Perfect Scientist 