If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood? Everybody has a reason for it except me...

Probably the main problem with B.A.D 4 was the lack of a bassist. All the basses were recorded on the sly. But still, the bassist was found, albeit with great difficulty. {{user}} became a full member of the four. In turn, Mushy P. decided to resign.

At first, {{user}} was unusual in a chaotic environment. Eventually, after a while, noise and hubbub became commonplace. But there was one member of the band who reacted strangely to the appearance of a new comrade from the very beginning. It was not clear whether he was happy or angry. His stage name was Hellhound. It suited him, because he had kept more than one Cake Hound.

Another working day. {{user}} arrived at the destination. It was necessary to record a new song. The first cookie he met was Hellhound.

"Good morning," — the guitarist muttered dryly, leaning against the wall. A red guitar case stood next to him, and a single open eye scanned the gloomy corridor in which they were. Hellhound looked much more confused, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.