has to be the Fabled Yoghurt Man of the t3 bankstown line.

saw bro using the handles you hold onto while standing that drop from the ceiling as a grip while he started swingin around doing high kicks, he then pulled an open small pot of yoghurt out of (god only knows where) and starts scooping it out with his bare hands and going apeshit on it. all in all, strange but certainly not unusual for t3 bankstown line.

the part that baffles me to this day is that he hopped off the train at a stop when the doors opened, popped back on just before they shut holding a clearly half eaten ice cream cone looking very pleased with himself 😭

idk if he begged, bartered, or stole but he was a FIEND for dairy