Uderzo had better have a snooze in the chair, instead of the 44 not piss funny planks yellow sweat anti-racism (the villain is a kind of Japanese caricature, wearing a hideous cockroach costume, which is thrashing at every opportunity). This is not a volume of "Asterix" is worthy of foutage of mouth to gift bonux office in a "Happy Meal" at McDonald's. It flows directly into the garbage and it's not even good to pack the sausage. All we withdraw this food opus is that the designer seems, for some reason known only to himself, have a grudge vis-à-vis the manga, he obviously knows yet not at all, since it reduces their Franco-term castrated French way "Club Dorothée" few insults (do not call it gags, please) and more. HIGHLY recommended purchase: whatever interests Uderzo, is to sell, even at the cost of the general betrayal of Asterix fans. It does not make it fun, we knew Uderzo is obviously dead. RIP.