Frenchie’s kid, Iván, grabbed my coat, wouldn’t let go. Stared me down like a tiny mafia boss. Had to bribe him with a biscuit to get it back. Tough little bastard.
Imagine The Boys ending with Butcher killing Homelander and then all the characters gather around in a sort of triumph-ic way, holding hands, and the camera pans to Butcher who looks directly at us and says “We are The Boys” and then credits roll immediately after