SIR EXSIXTEN APPROVES OF THIS ROOM, he says, placing the bar across the door once the pups are in. He rattles the door to be sure it's secure. UNLESS THIS IS SOME SORT OF HEINOUS TRAP WHERE THEY LOCK THE ROOM FROM THE OUTSIDE AND FILL IT WITH POISONED GAS, GELATINOUS CUBES, SCORPIONS, OR LIGHT THE BUILDING AROUND US ON FIRE, SELL US INTO SLAVERY, KNOCK US OUT AND TAKE ALL OUR BELONGINGS BEFORE ABANDONING US IN A MYSTERIOUS WOOD, PLACE STRANGELY DEVIANT MURDEROUS DEVICES ON US WHILE WE SLEEP AND THEN FORCE US TO DECIDE WHETHER TO DIE OR KILL EACH OTHER TO GET THEM OFF, PSYCHICALLY DOMINATE US ONE AT A TIME SO WE TURN ON EACH OTHER, OR ENTER OUR DREAMS AND IMPRINT US WITH SECRET MESSAGES SO WE SECRETLY DO THEIR BIDDING FOR THE REST OF OUR DAYS, THE CITIZENS ARE PROBABLY TOTALLY SAFE.