I met both of them last week, on the beach in Southsea. I was holding a quiche in each hand, and asked them both if they would like a piece. As they leaned down to take a slice, I raised both hands suddenly and splatted them both in the face. Then the seagulls descended and started pecking away at their quiche-smothered faces.
Wait, that didn't really happen. It was a beautiful dream...