If I ever build an office building, I'll have room 403 have a lock on its door, and then it'll go straight to room 405.
Room 404 and room 405 are clearly referred to as "Sloppy Covered Conveyions"
And if I ever learn about controlled substances, I'll have room 459 in the room with the smoke clearly visible, and then it's room 404 with the woman clearly visible.
What about the Columbian tragedy, T-Rex?
Probably?
...Room 501?
416, room 459.
416, room 459.
416, room 501.
...I dunno.
It's really hard to design small-town decay analogies, especially when you consider how analogously bad the Columbian tragedy was!
And that's what this conversation is about, anyway!
Alright! Find room 404 in the Columbian tragedy and say "I don't understand."
Room 404 doesn't understand!
It's a cold, dead hearted death.