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Jack repositioned the cornflakes guy by moving his cornflakes bowl to another part of the room. Jackwanted the table to be clear of cornflakes and people eating them. "Okay," he said. "Now we need away to tell everyone about the hostage situation. The problem is, we don't even know who's running thisplace.""I could find out," Neo offered helpfully. "Just let me get back to the computer-""All you do there is play the game with the dead smiley faces," Ted said."-And I can put up announcements on his fan sites," Neo continued, surreptitiously stomping on Ted'sfoot to shut him up. The teen winced and hobbled off to the sofa."Yeah, good idea," Conor said."What do I say in them?""Hi, we are holding Mr. Reeves hostage. If you are interested in supporting his continued lack of death,please help us contact the relevant authorities who can send us home.""We need to give them a deadline," Jack said, not looking too happy with Johnny's suggested message."Tomorrow?""Too soon. Two days should do it.""You don't want to drink that," Donnie said. "That's pee."Not-Tim hurriedly returned the bottle to its original position on the carpet. "What?"Griffin spread his arms wide. "Do you see a bathroom in here?"Not-Tim lowered his head into his hands and wondered how he had got himself into this mess."What am I doing here?" he muttered in rhetorical despair."I believe it's called 'imprisonment'," Griffin replied a little too cheerily."Argh!" Not-Tim raised his head and bashed his fists against the door. "JAAAACK!""He won't come," Donnie said."OFFICER TRAVEN!" not-Tim yelled, ignoring him."He's not going to come," Griffin said. "We've tried that-"**The door opened and Jack stood there, holding the rope and looking faintly annoyed. He pointed at therope and raised an eyebrow. "Prefer this?""OH COME ON!"