Well now I know what Satan does on his downtime; he kicks back in his chair, drinks from a goblet of fine wine, and listens to these heads’ incessant (yet melodious) pleas for freedom. In which he just laughs and revels in the fact that freedom is just one of the many things they will never have. This is simply what popped into my head when I watched it. Your visualization might be different from mine.
There was once a time in comic book history (the 60s perhaps) when a little girl or boy could send their hard earned money to some seedy, unethical primate distributor and receive a pet squirrel monkey of their own for the low, low price of $19.95 (or even lower in some cases).
Okay, sending away for monkeys of the sea variety or ants for your ant farm is understandable, but I can’t (and don’t) want to imagine a tiny monkey cooped up in a box for like a week, screaming bloody murder from the postman’s bag.
I wonder if any actually busted out of their cardboard prisons, only to raise hell at the post office and bite up a few workers in the process. I can just imagine postal workers in bell bottom pants and side burns fleeing in unbridled terror - so not groovy!