Peeps, it is the greatest comic ever. It is impossible to get through a single episode of this comic without crying from laughter. It makes almost no sense, except to the extent that the thought processes of little boys do contain a certain logic of recurring themes. In this case, there are a lot of unicorn horns, babies, turning into whatever you touch and being able to shoot it out of your hands, and try-outs for superheroes. As far as distilled child-brains go, Axe Cop has a very high alcohol-by-volume. I offer you, by way of example, Season 1, Episode 4:
In addition to being amazing and a highly-concentrated child-brain at work, Axe Cop is also a quite pure distillation of the essence of comics, sci-fi, and fantasy as far as I can discern it: take the logic-free imaginings of a five year-old boy about robots and unicorns, string them together into a series of conflict situations, then add small number of adult afterthoughts of variable coherence about politics and philosophy. Result: genre fiction with great appeal for men and no appeal for Miss Self-Important. Except Axe Cop, because Miss Self-Important is ok with real originals.