trump's red death clock is at 133,764. r. says be careful you're going to turn into a hunchback. non-sequiturs do follow non-sequiturs often apparently to no purpose. when i worked at the record store there was a hunchfront who was dominated by a hunchback. i don't know if they had a physical relationship, but the hunchfront was charged with coming in to sell the hunchback's cds, and he implied he would be punished if he brought home a small amount. we always gave a small amount, and wondered what the hunchfront's punishment would be. 
he always came back no matter how little we gave, and he always had the same woeful countenance. it's a non sequitur, yes, i do recall though one time the hunchback came in with the hunchfront and we marveled, we had always speculated about the reality of the hunchback's existence, was he simply a figment in the hunchfront's mind, a bugbear used to cajole us into more sympathetic payment? seeing them together was part wonder and part disappointment, the hunchback didn't seem to be all that domineering, it struck us that they were oddly matched but they fit together.
this has nothing whatever to do the trump's red death clock count, but if you look intently maybe it fits somehow.