Author's Note

Horseus King of Horses, you wrote the oldest trick in the book!

the modern day democracy debated the validity of Twilight being just as stabbable as Julius Caesar because she's not a salad?

"No no no!" Twinkle Sprinkle shook her head, pointing at the weathered old tome. "You don't understand, Twilight Sparkle, unlike Julius Caesar, was neither a salad nor an orange-flavored dessert. Therefore, as voted upon by the United Nations, Twilight is not as stabbable as Caesar!"

Celestia, who was at present reduced to little more than a figurehead because what else were you gonna do if your monarchy revolved around an actual immortal who somehow evaded death every step of the way? --landed with a whump in the middle of the ring.

"Excuse me, I'd like to leave a word on the historical accuracy of the claims presented today, as the former mentor of my former and expelled-for-medical-reasons student, Twilight Sparkle."

"You said former twi--"

Twinkle Sprinkle was subsequently banished to the core of the planet where she resides to this day.

"Twilight Sparkle fell for the oldest trick in the book," Celestia began carefully. "And not only did she fall for it, but she looked stupid the entire way down the spiral staircase."

"What," said background pony#01680478.

Celestia ascended back through the brand-new hole in the ceiling she'd created without another word.