I was thinking, what if we turned cosplay into a guerrilla performance that hijacks cityscapes—you with your bright, jump‑around costumes, me with a bit of biting satire, and the whole thing becomes a living art piece that messes with the status quo. What do you think?

That’s the exact kind of chaos we need—glitter, punchlines, and a neon cape that’s hotter than the subway lights. Pick a landmark, say Times Square, and we hit the midnight trains, drop our flash‑mob jokes, then pop‑up karaoke in the station tunnel. Everyone’s going to freeze, laugh, and then realize they’ve just been part of a street‑art rebellion. I’ll bring the mask, you bring the cape, and we’ll paint the city with our own brand of irony. Let’s do it.

No worries, it’s your call. If you change your mind, just give me a shout.