Anyone for a song?

They could do all kinds of things that they once did in the world - eat, drink, smoke etc. - but it wasn't real. The lack of freedom and being stuck with one's own company seemed to be what caused the greatest anguish of all - that, and the absence of beauty.

Not one thought they should be there. They cried injustice, they screamed for vengeance. They cursed their enemies; they bemoaned all their grievances.

This seemed pretty much continual, until one day when a very tall, well clothed, pointy ears fellow appeared and said,

"Anyone for a song?"

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series