All you zombies! Hide your faces, fuckers!

Frank Black looked terrifyingly walleyed in his box -- if you happen to see one at retail or at a convention, this may put you off buying him when otherwise you would. But once you get him out of there and on his feet, he's spiffier'n a Swiss army knife.

The version I got comes with a couple of pistols, a pager, a cell phone, a flashlight ("Cath, I can't find the fusebox!"), a Bible, and a Millennium Group file folder with crime scene photos (disappointingly non-grisly, considering what he usually has to deal with) inside.

Sideshow's eye paint treatment is a little odd. I may add a cast shadow under the eyelid and a contour on the eyeball. Or I may not.