What's grosser than gross? On one hand you have a derranged psycho who sees monsters in every human so he's taken it upon himself to rid the world of them, and on the other hand you have a disfigurred parolled murderer whose been blown up, covered in industrial wastes, and has a penchant for surviving ordeals that would send ordinary people to the here-after. When you're Frank Castle, the Punisher, the decision is easy... waste them both, only this just isn't Frank's day.