They all jumped as a hidden speaker in the room roared into life.
          "This folks, is the hoe-down room," Chesterfield Snapdragon McFisticuffs announced, giving a non existent audience a Cheshire grin. "To get out of here you will all need to sing a convincing hoe-down about the topic of my choosing, accompanied by the Music Man at the piano." He waved his hand in the direction of the corner of the room, they all turned, Kate stepping back into Lewis in shock at the sight of the freaky man, in a striped top of varying shades of purple, winking his eye at them. "The topic of my choice, is death, well what a surprise. Start when you’re ready…Oh yes and Lewis." He waited for Lewis to turn to him. "Please don’t litter, it isn’t really necessary." He gestured in the direction of the empty bottle on the floor.
          Picking it up, Lewis mumbled under his breath, "Or what, you’ll kill me."
          Suddenly the music man sprung into life beating out some hick-style hoe-down music.
          "Line up…line up," chirped Chesterfield
          The four friends lined themselves up, Drew taking it upon himself to go first as Oswald and Kate began square dancing.
          "This place is really creepy…I don’t want to die…. If I said I wasn’t scared…that would be a lie…But if I have to go…. I won’t leave you in shock…I’ll drown myself in ice-cream…hopefully double choc," Drew sang.
          Chesterfield applauded.
          Oswald stopped dancing, looked slightly dubious and the began his hoe-down.
          "I don’t think death is such a bad thing…It can’t be much worse than hearing Kate sing…"
          Drew and Lewis stifled laughs, while Kate stopped and glared at Oswald.
          "…She sounds like a cat dying…that’s all I have to say… It’s about now…I turn and run away," Oswald finished before darting off to hide behind Chesterfield.
          "I’ll kill you," Kate screamed.
          Chesterfield held out a hand to stop her. "Your turn," he grinned.
          Kate reluctantly fell back into line, thought for a millisecond and began.
          "I don’t believe in killing…it is a mortal sin…but when it comes to Oswald it is a useful thing. When he turns his back I will not draw a knife…I’ll let that ghost over their suck out all his life," she smiled, pointing to the Buddy Holly who had appeared at Chesterfield’s side.
          Oswald looked to where Kate was pointing; his mouth fell open in a silent scream.
          "Hi dude," the Buddy Holly grinned.
          Oswald turned a nasty shade of green and passed out. The spotlight fell on Lewis who was quietly hoping no one had noticed him.
          "Crap," he grumbled. "Being dead ain’t that bad it’s not like it’s a hex… I don’t miss out on anything…especially not sex. Although I can’t participate…I’m not really silly-a…because I married a girl who’s into necrophilia."
          Everyone sang the last line together as Chesterfield and the Buddy Holly applauded.
          While Chesterfield was so engrossed in his applause and a rather large G and T, Drew turned to the others.
          "I say we make a run for it," he breathed.
          "Well we’ll make a run…you can make a waddle," Lewis smirked.
          "This is no time to poke fun at my expense," Drew scorned.
          "There’s always time to poke fun at you Drew," Oswald perked.
          "Shut up," Drew whined.
          "Ohhhhh," Lewis and Oswald chided.
          "No Drew’s right, I say we split up," Kate said seriously.
          They all nodded in agreement and then dashed off in different directions.
          "They’re getting away Mr Fisticuffs," the Buddy Holly gasped.
          "Not for long they won’t be," Chesterfield chuckled and then fell into a psychotic laugh.
          "Mad totally mad," the Buddy Holly mumbled as he wandered away.