Some time later the men struggled to their feet and picked up their still unconscious friend. They moved painfully down the dark street until they found their path blocked by two figures. "Wha..?" said the more with-it of the two, then an identity badge was flashed and both muggers went pale. The two figures in front of them carried mid-sized canvas toolbags. Among other things, their badges identified one as "Mutt" and the other as "Jeff".

Jeff pointed a device that looked strangely like an electronic tape-measure at the two now-quaking men (and the gently snoring man they carried) then inspected an LCD panel. After a moment he nodded to Mutt, who stepped nearer the men.

"You've met someone very unusual." It was clearly a statement rather than a question, and the two men nodded, but remained silent. "You've seen him in action. Specifically, you've seen his superpowers."
"Superpowers? Aww, shit," the second mugger moaned, "I knew there was somethin' wrong wiv 'im!" The first mugger kicked him in the ankle. This didn't seem like the time or place to interrupt.
"You will describe him and his superpowers." Mutt's voice left no room for the slightest discussion, let alone argument. But it gave them a chance to do something. The muggers grabbed at this chance eagerly, and both started speaking at once.

"'E was 'uge, guv!"
"Six feet long arms!"
"'E 'it us wiv 'ammers!"
"Zapped 'Arry wivout movin', 'e did!"

Mutt and Jeff looked at each other and sighed. Trying to get anything sensible out of these two would take all night. They looked back, and each pointed something that looked just like a circuit-testing screwdriver at the one unconscious and two conscious figures. The muggers' eyes widened in horror, then suddenly froze as twin bolts of electricity leaped from the screwdrivers. The next moment all that remained of them was a greasy smell and a trace of soot in the breeze, and a scorched patch on the concrete path. Mutt and Jeff put their screwdrivers back in their pockets, picked up their bags and walked out of sight.

On a dark ledge ten feet above their heads, a lone pigeon which had been disturbed by the original appearance of the two handymen decided that he wouldn't chance annoying them after all. He tucked his head back under his wing and resumed dreaming about crapping on the head of a young man wearing a black t-shirt and carrying a black bag.