The “Behold! Plato’s man!” moment is that much funnier when you remember Diogenes was a malnourished bum and Plato was an Olympian wrestling champion (that’s how he got his name, his wrestling coach named him Platon, meaning broad)
Imagine a dirty skeleton of a man burst into the lecture of the buffest philosopher in town to throw a plucked chicken on the floor.
plato’s cave suddenly loses all of its allegorical meaning and becomes a jock telling neets to go outside