Hm.

Iiiiiinteresting.

So if he cranks it up to forty, say, or fifty, or...

(He's wearing a helmet; the hair thing was, naturally, purely metaphorical. It's a habit of his, and one he used to take a certain amount of shit for. However, all it really takes is one black headcrab chomping down on your skull for you to develop a previously unknown appreciation for helmets of all kinds. Thus-)

Seventy-five. Let's see seventy-five.