[ WP ] Describe a meeting by Henchmen Anonymous .

Streams of dust fell from the hole in the ceiling. 
 
 Sunlight poured through the architectural wound, escaping the bright blue sky and filling the main hall of Bromley North Community Centre. 
 
 There was n't much for it to illuminate. A hardwood floor. A small folding table in the corner ( covered in plastic cups and slices of cake on paper plates ). A handful of chairs, neatly arranged into a circle in the middle of the room. 
 
 Oh. And about fifty odd bodies, of course. Men and women in Hawaiian shirts and business suits and plaid skirts and skinny jeans, lying on the floor, groaning and moaning. Not quite dead; just a wide array of people, all very badly hurt. 
 
 `` Are you sure we have n't made a mistake?'' asked Cowlman, holding up his long green cape as he stepped gingerly over the wounded. As an avenger of the night, sunlight made him uncomfortable, so he was keeping to the gloomy edges of the hall. `` They did n't even try to fight back.'' 
 
 `` Nonsense!'' boomed Ultraman. The World's Greatest Superhero was standing right in the middle of the hall, arms crossed over his chest -- loitering directly beneath the hole he had punched in the ceiling. His spandex suit gleamed in the sunlight, leaving perilously little of his incredibly be-muscled body to the imagination. `` This many known henchmen, all in one place? Something evil must surely have been afoot!'' 
 
 Cowlman was n't convinced. Across the room, he noticed a poster pinned up on a wall. Clearly produced by a printer without much ink left, the poster said, in faded Comic Sans: 
 
 *'' Henchmen Anonymous, Every Tuesday! ( Free Orange Juice! )'' * 
 
 He decided not to mention it. 
 

