In the eighties they were the the coolest of the cool. Littering the shelves of toy stores across the country, they were what every kid wanted and every parent was forced to buy. Now though, they are dead. Dead and angry and replaced by newer, more pose-able models. Dead and angry and wanting revenge. They may be five inches tall, but they’re five inches of blood thirsty evil and they’ll bite a big meaty hunk out of neck.