Thank god. Sam is such a pathetic figure in and of himself that truthfully, there isn't a lot of merchandise featuring him. With the slovenly look, the unkempt hair, the constant miserable expression, there isn't a lot about him one could market.

However, one thing that can be marketed: that puppy-eyed look he sometimes gets when he's pleading for someone not to hurt him. There's a little row of cute dolls of him with just that face, so cute and yet so sad at the same time.

"Oh, come on...!" He picks one up, frowning and muttering to himself. "You would make this out of me? Who gave these guys permission...?"