It was a battle for honour and glory.
It was a clash of cultures.
It was an epic struggle between age-old enemies who could not be reconciled. Which IS better for Mardi Gras: Leather or Gold Lame?
Leonidas and the lads from the "Hairy is SO Very" float were firmly of the leather posing pouch camp, so to speak:
But Xerxes knew that it was all about bangles and gold sequins for his budgee-smuggler, and he had the float to prove it:
But what was this? That hairy greased-up band in their capes had stolen the coveted spot at the head of the parade!
Xerxes: Dahling, the janitors sweep up at the _back_ of the parade; move ya buns.
Leonidas: Shan't, sparkly boy, and you can't make me.
There was shoving, and shouting, and kicking, but Leonidas would not budge.
Xerxes: Oooh! You dirty little man! You make me SO angry! Golumn, send in the Ninja Clown Orcs!
But eventually they hugged and made up, and Mardi Gras found room for Leather AND Lame, together at last.