Don't talk to me about Asterix! I detest that pestilential little prick Asterix and his idiot friend (the fat one) with a passion. I hope a giant menhir falls on them both and squashes them. They should be thrown to the war dogs. That comic stinks. It's a travesty. It's repetitive, boring, cliche-ridden, and useless. It's not as bad as Cheech Wizard, but it still stinks to high heaven. The Romans would have cleaned up Asterix and his pals in about 2 minutes flat, without even getting short of breath in the process.