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Someone's taken hostage. Maybe it's a bad stand-up comedian who needs a captive audience to hone his act; maybe it's a DJ, spinning discs, melting wax, subjecting the prisoner to constant easy listening in search of the perfect mix. We don't know if it's a he or a she, or what their last words are but as we see them sitting helpless in the darkness we hear them whisper 'Don't laugh - this is my epitaph.'