I was just strolling on my lunch break, looking for a cheap place to get some grub and avoiding Zucati Park; the stench of the protesters is enough to destroy one's appetite which may actually be their nefarious scheme to bring down Wall Street. If so, they're more clever than they appear.
Then all of the sudden I found a reason to join the movement. A protester I could get behind. A man I would follow to Hell and back, for whom the redistribution of hardly acquired personal wealth is more than worth the opportunity to just be noticed by him.
I found Batman:
I had this movement all wrong. Looks like New York Comic Con is only over if you let it be over.