Beating Up a Bum is Hard to Do

The bum was standing in front of Luther and Penelope in a stance of aggressive supplication.
“Please, please, please, please, I need to eat.”
“What’s going on here?” Spencer announced.
“This guy is harassing us,” Penelope said.
The bum turned to them. “Excuse me, God bless your hearts, do you have any change for a bum in the middle of the night?”
“I just gave you a dollar!”
The bum was walking back towards Luther.
“Please, sir, have you got any extra change?”
“I said no!”
“Come on man, you’ve got to have something.”
“Listen, even if I do, I’m not going to give it to you.”
“I’ve got to eat, I’ve got no job, my mother passed away a year ago, and I’ve got nobody. Please!”
“That’s not my problem!”
The crowd started walking quickly ahead, as if to lose the bum. Luther and Penelope lagged behind.
“Why man, why can’t you spare an extra dollar or something, it would make all the difference. If everybody gave a little extra, we’d all be able to make it okay, help each other out, distribute the wealth, no more poverty, and no more people going hungry in America. But everybody’s cold man, just like you.”
“Go bother somebody else. Or go sleep under a tree.”
The two caught up with the other five, and the bum increased his speed as well. Eventually, they broke into a slow trot, at which point, the bum sped up quickly and grabbed Penelope by the waist. It was only a matter of seconds that she was within his hands. She screamed, and then Luther stopped. He dashed over to the bum and grabbed his head. Penelope was freed. Luther threw him to the ground and kicked him. Penelope kicked him too.
“Please don’t hurt me.” “Why did you chase after us and grab her like that?”
“You felt me up you piece of shit!”
“Please I’m going to kill myself tomorrow. I have no livelihood.”
“Go to a homeless shelter or something you sick bastard.”
Marcus looked over at the two as they rejoined the rest of them.
“Whoa, that was really fucked up.”
And who could say he was wrong?