“Are you sure this is going to get us coverage?” I asked, as I pulled my flat-brimmed straw hat down low, over my eyes. “Look,” Jim replied, sharpening an old flat razor. “If we want to get people interested in us, we need a theme – something that will stick in peoples’ minds.”

“…but this is…”

“We’ve already been through this!” Jim blurted. “There are four of us, we can’t sew, and these costumes were affordable. Besides, nobody had the twitter handle or the domain. So get your game-faces on, gentlemen. We’re about to enter supervillain history…as the Barbershop Quartet!”