I mean, look at us. We’re just air conditioners. I mean after all we’re just walking around on the planet, breathing, conditioning the air. I condition it hot, that conditions it cold. I mean it’s symbiotic, no? Frank Reynolds is living on the fringe class at 4.3 inches tall. His mouth is held in a tight line, his forehead creased. He wears black dress pants held up with a black belt, a white dress shirt, and a loose tie around his neck. He carries a bag of popcorn in his left hand and holds a gold-wrapped Magnum up in the air with his right hand. His thick black-framed glasses sit over his eyes. The exterior of his double-walled window box is designed as the inside of the art gallery. The interior has been decorated with a collage of rum-soaked ham, his Ongo Gablogian white wig, guns, and Magnums. This collectible ships in a matte, embossed, protective outer sleeve and a custom sized plastic protector for maximum protection during shipping.