So... a bunch of bankers come back from holiday, they've been to Rio and got naked, but they're back in New York now, and there's this guy in the lobby. It's a good lobby, with arches and columns. Imposing. And there's this guy there, hanging out. They don't mind him too much, they're bankers and don't note the little people so much, but anyway, the guy's there again the next day, and he's bought a friend.
This kind of goes on until there's a whole bunch of them hanging out and the bankers sort of don't mind because they've got the screen doors and the combination safes and the security guards, and hey, it brings in the folks if there's a carnival atmosphere. Yeah, that's right, the security people have gone a little loopy and local management is shot, but what the hey, who needed a plot? they say.
That is, until one Monday morning. Bank Co's CEO walks up the marble steps to be confronted by this rabble of proselytizers and Jesus lovers, and she's shocked. "WHUT!!1" she yells. And she goes berserk. She's tossing tables about the place, yelling at the whackjobs, throwing punches, and people are scattered like nine pins. She clears out the lobby and fires a bunch of staff summarily.
And that'd kinda be okay, wouldn't it?