Making fun of the French is like having sex with an ex, easy, but ultimately unsatisfying because it requires no real effort or originality on your part. You just have to do exactly what other people before you have done before, only a little better so everyone involved at least knows you’re trying.
Writing about Apollon the Mighty made me forget the shit out of every French stereotype I’ve been told, mainly through the sheer manliness that rippled off of the page as I wrote about him. This man once punched his way out of a prison cell and survived having his arm ripped out of its socket by a car, then continued to punch his way out of prison cells to entertain people. Because fuck iron bars apparently.