And you know what else doesn't, like, particularly please me? The powers. How do we know they can't just, like, wiggle their noses and, like, poof us into an oblivion?
The thing is, we don't know anything about these Czechoslovakians. Are they good Czechoslovakians? Are they bad Czechoslovakians? We don't know. They're just random Czechoslovakians. For all we know, they don't have their passport.
All right, the eraser room does two things; cleans erasers and takes our innocence. Do you know what I mean by "takes our innocence," Liz? The eraser room has taken some of the best of us.