You and your friends are in the car, listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart play on the radio as your ride sinks fast to the bottom of the ocean. Though the sealed vehicle is filled with oxygen—effectively a diving bell with seatbelts—your window for escape is rapidly closing. Two squadmates are trying desperately to pull a third out from under a stuck chair and, as Bonnie Tyler hits her upper octave for the chorus, they’re starting to realise the effort is futile. “Oh man,” one wails. “I don’t wanna die to this song.” Underlit eerily by the car’s interior lights, your doomed comrade hands you a pistol and orders you to shoot out the windscreen. “For the wolf to survive,” he argues. “It’s gotta chew off its own leg.”.. Read more.
