As the last graduate took his seat with his diploma, a faint rumble rattled the folding chairs.
The noise grew louder and the tremors grew worse and true to Fandom graduation protocols, a invisible, impenetrable dome came down to separate the graduates from the rest of the audience.
The rumble faded away into uneasy silence.
Then:
"
Dig...Lett...DIG!"
Now might be a good time to see what's in those
ACME boxes, grads...