At the point in time when sound waves can pass through the interdimensional walls. When rock music takes up the entirety and eternity of space and time, all beings stuck in a neverending life and death cycle as loudspeakers plays everything in quick succession. No one is able to think about anything but the sheer force of the sound being literally everywhere in the universe turning the Hell itself into nothing but a sea of boring classic orchestra.



Then there will be enough wubs. Or, at least almost.