There are three candidates for a front-line job in the SAS - a woman with PMT and two huge, muscular men. The recruiter leads them along a corridor towards a dark, dank, windowless room. He tells them that, when they enter the room, they will find their spouse in the centre, tied to a wooden chair, and a loaded pistol next to the door.
He tells them, "If you're elite enough to make the grade, you must demonstrate absolute loyalty to the SAS and to nobody and nothing else whatsoever. If you want this job, you will prove it by shooting your spouse dead."
The first man goes in, closes the door and sees his beloved wife sitting there, tied to the chair. He starts crying at the very thought of it and immediately unties her. As they both walk out of the room, the recruiter gives him a disgusted look and pushes him towards the exit.
The second man goes in, shuts the door, turns to look straight at the pistol and picks it up. He grips the handle, pauses for a moment and looks to the side to see his wife sitting there. He thinks just how much he'd love the job, and how his mates would taunt him forever if he quit at this stage, but he fixes his gaze on her - his beautiful partner and mother of their lovely children - and he too starts to sob, throws the gun down, unties her and they both leave, to the withering look of the recruiter, holding open the exit door.
The woman goes in, slams the door shut, grabs the pistol and looks across at her husband sitting there. She thinks about all that he means to her, what he brings to her life, all the years they've lived together.
The recruiter is standing outside in the corridor and almost immediately hears a repeated clicking sound. Then, he hears the ropes being untied before an almighty repeated crashing sound and blood-curdling screams until.... silence again.
The woman leaves the room, hands the pistol to the panicked-looking recruiter and glares at him with a cat's-bum mouth. Before he gets a chance to ask whatever has gone wrong, she says, "Call yourself one of the elite? That stupid pistol you left for me was just full of blanks. I had no other option but to beat the pathetic * to death with the chair!"