“It’s obvious,” Max said. “Hercules is the best hero. He saves the day, eats a lot, sleeps a lot, has sex with everything, and he’s not above cleaning up a stable. Plus, in a movie he could be played by The Rock or that guy from Love Potion #9 and it’s always good.”
“Is it though?” Dave pondered aloud.
“Listen, it’s Beowulf,” Joe argued. “He ripped off a monster’s arm with his bare hands, then steals a magic sword to kill the monster’s mother.”
“Like Jaws!” Matthew exclaimed.
“After he’s king for fifty years he has to go and kill a fire-breathing dragon. His sword breaks, so he kills the dragon with a motherfucking dagger!”
“Well I think it is Arthur Pendragon,” Matthew added. “He comes from strong fairy stock, he’s raised dirt poor, he becomes a king who sees others as his equals, has a bunch of cool friends and has at least two magical swords. He’s great at scavenger hunts, and his movies can be action, adventure, romance or comedy!”
“How about Superman?” Lisa suggested. “He’s sent in a space-basket down the space-river to be raised by strangers and eventually lead a people out of darkness. He’s also a perfect man from the sky who always knows right from wrong. He’s space-Moses and space-Jesus at the same time. Plus, he can fly and he’s stronger than Hercules or Beowulf.”
“But how many magic swords does he have?” Matthew asked.
“Guys, can we finish this surgery now?” Dave pleaded.