One would have to die and go to he!! before being placed in such a position of horror.
I tested Yoko Ono music on Mexican border vendors when I was waiting to cross back into the U.S. I popped in the cassette, turned it up, and magically the Mexican vendors who usually climb over your car to sell you chicklets or statues backed away from my car. If only there was a way to use it on Telemarketers . . . .