So, the NB and I were walking home from a Robin Ince's Book Club when we saw a Man/Beggar confrontation going wrong.
You know the kind of thing.
BEGGAR: Got any money, bro?
MAN: uh, sorry, no.
BEGGAR: Sorry, bro? Got nothing have you? I am better than that!
MAN tries to hurry on, but BEGGAR isn't letting him.
At which point we swished into place between the two.
"Don't worry, sir!" we informed the man, "There are now two gays between you and that nasty man. We your fluffy pink shield and will escort you away."
The Beggar tried to shove us. Adam gave him a look and we walked calmly on.
"Your fears are over. He's going to have to get through us - and, while we're not that good at fighting, we assure you we're excellent screamers."
The man was terribly greatful as we saw him all the way to Euston Square. As he left us he turned, shook our hands, and beamed. "God bless Ken Livingston!" he said.