Four hours,
Four percent.

The deathdrums are pounding in 4/4 to incite a mutual extermination here,
this house is a home for disturbed vibrations, eh.

Tho funnily enough Russ was more or less feeling past and/or beyond the 4 hour situation, but the cellmate's four-percent atrocity is now filling in the gap with regard to deathlust levels.

THAT'S CALLED BALANCE, THAT'S CALLED HARMONY.
DEATH FOR EVERYONE.