What's great is how butch the guy in mustard acted. He was keeping an eye on some youths with piercings and torn-jeans, ready to pounce into action like an Akira Kurosawa hero at the first sign of trouble. It's hard to convey, even in pictures, how utterly cool it was to see these guys dressed in this traditional garb. While San Francisco is a menagerie of sartorial interpretation, we don't have such a rich history to draw from. They looked surprisingly comfortable and nobody but me even noticed them.
The guy in the blue with the fuzzy hair and round glasses was obviously his fatter, comic-relief side-kick, probably named Yoshi. He leaps in the air, cries out in a high voice and sits on enemies to defeat them.
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