The green man snapped his fingers, and the beeping of a reversing truck suddenly caught everyone’s attention. Looking around, sure enough, a literal garbage truck slowly backed its way up the aisle towards the stage driven by… the green man. Looking back, sure enough, he was standing at the head of the hall as well. The look of utter despair on the alicorn’s face was a site to behold as the truck finally stopped, lifted its charge, and dumped a tsunami of loose paper sheets that flooded the front of the hall. It washed through and around the feet of Anonymous who, like the Colossus of Rhodes, stood unmoved before the apocalypse.