The Skeleton King and his sword are here to protect your honor, your purity, and your Pointer, Tallman, and Ringman. (Sorry, Pinky, but the English are responsible for this triple knuckle duster. If you want your own oversized ring to fling around, say, along with the F bomb, call the Italians.) The skeleton slides over two fingers, measures 2.4" wide, and boasts a dapper British accent that renders him deceptively benign. Silver rhinestones dot his crown, and heart-shaped eyes reassure victims that when the king of calcification drives his iron blade through their aortas so that he may eat their hearts and absorb their life forces, he does it with love.