An inconspicuous brown package was waiting for me one day as I came home. The shipping address was from Dark Horse Comics. "Strange. I don't remember ordering anything from them," I thought to myself.

I set the package on the dining room table and opened it. I dug through the foam popcorn and found a blue box. I opened it, and a strange creature leaped out. Made of vinyl, he was a curious-looking little fellow, about six inches tall. What struck me at first glance was his large, smooth, bald white head. In fact, I daresay his skull was exposed. He was rather sharply dressed though, decked out in a dapper yellow suit and black bow tie with impeccable black shoes.

Arms akimbo, he surveyed his surroundings for a moment and then turned his gaze in my direction. With a cocked eyebrow, my visitor looked me up and down, as if he were determining whether or not I was worthy of being addressed.

"You there! What is your purpose? How do you serve me?" it demanded.

"And you are-?"

"How DARE you not know who I am? I am Skullboy, and you owe me your allegiance! Where are my minions?"

"What minions?"

"Don't toy with me! One of them is a soulless automaton made of cold steel. Its only driving force is the desire to crush and maim. The other half is a vicious beast! It moves quicker than the eye and has developed a taste for flesh and bone. Together we form The Mighty Skullboy Army!"

"Hey, wait a minute. You just read that off the comic from the back of the box you came in!" I protested.

"Um...so what if I did? They're still my minions! Now, where are they?"

"I'll get back to you on that," I said, and went to my bedroom to call Dark Horse about my guest.