I'm unfamiliar with being near the edge of the roof of a very tall building, so that will do for the place. I would poke him with the spade. A fairly quick and instant death upon hitting the ground - I feel this is the most humane method I can think of that utilises a spade. The hobo would be drunk off his face and wouldn't realise what's going on, so the fear wouldn't register until it would be too late.
My sword would be named Debit Card, and I would ride a noble Bus called The Number 34. My quest will take me to The Local Sainsburys, where I would face up to the Evil Lord Overpriced Pringles' That Are Not On Special in his lair at The Crisps and Nuts Aisle. Danielle and I will be wed at Abden House and we will live in Our Flat in Edinburgh.




