"This is the song that never ends!"

Four hours. For four hours the jailer had been listening to this.

"Yes, it goes on and on, my friends!"

Four. Fucking. Hours. I have to respect his willpower.

"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was!"

My throat was definitely feeling it from the hours of singing, but the look on their face...

"And they′ll continue singing it forever just because..."

The tight jaw, the bared clenched teeth, the throbbing vein on their forehead...

"This is the song that never ends!"

I have no idea what this guy did to Uncle Vernon, but a 500 bucks is a 500 bucks.

"Yes, it goes on and on, my friends!"

All I have to do is make him break and let me free. And as Uncle Vernon can attest from when he used to babysit, I'm a master at it.

"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was!"

Just need to keep singing... A few more minutes...

"And they′ll continue singing it forever just because..."

His fist is clenching so hard it's almost white! I can see blood dripping from where his nails dig into his palms.

"What will it take to make you stop that fucking song!"

I barely suppress the smile. This guy has just played right into my hands. "Release me."

"No. I will not fail Don Faracetti a fourth time."

I shrug.

"This is the song that never ends!"

Maybe I should add some screeching and be offkey?

"Yes, it goes on and on, my friends!"

Oh, that's doing the trick! Just look at him, scrunching his eyes shut! The screeching is perfect.

"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was!"

"Fine!" the guy shouts, slapping the key into the lock. "Get out! Even death would be better than this!"

I smile as the door swings open, then stand and head out. "Don't worry, I'll tell Uncle Vernon you lasted longer than anyone else."

"Wait... You're Don Faracetti's nephew?"

That look of realization and despair. So perfect.