The guy in white looks awfully nervous, whatever the case.
I probably would be, too. "Just a mock demonstration, right? ... right?"
That's very true, isn't it? I can imagine the fateful day:
"All right, now we've got to take some photos for Monkey Steals the Peach. You remember -- the attacker rips off the victim's genitals, just like that. I've invited a real ninja, Yukio, just for this demonstration. Gary, I want you to stand in as the victim. Now, now, now, Gary, I don't want to hear it. You didn't volunteer for the Touch of Death, you didn't volunteer for Angry Snake Hates the Anus, so you're going
to do this. There's nothing to worry about anyway -- Yukio gets this right at least
60% of the time. Maybe 65%. Just remember to stay perfectly still
. Oh, God, and don't look him in the eye like that -- he hates
it when you look him in the eye. Ready, Yukio? Go!
Actually, all of this thought about Monkey Steals the Peach has started me worrying about another possible maneuver: Peach Steals the Monkey!