[For the first time in months since the installation of the text to speech device, the throne room is silent. Standing opposite a Custodian before the celestial throne, is none other then Applejack who had previously been clad in Centurioan armor until unmasking herself]
Applejack: Y’all are shocked, and I understand why…
Celestia: LET US NOT TALK ABOUT IT!
Applejack: I do hope our nightly cuddlin’ sessions aren’t gonna be rescheduled ‘cause o’ this.
[So let me get this straight. Instead of a land where friendship and harmony are the driving societal forces, Equestria is now a fascist state where dissidents are sent to the moon and the definition of “dissident” now applies to all non-ponies and ponies with birth defects like strabismus or dwarfed winged development?]
Custodian Sparkle: Of course not, your Majesty!
[That’s a relief. I was starting to worry that . . .]
Custodian Sparkle: The pegasi who can’t fly don’t get sent to the moon. They’re sent to the Rainbow Factory! :D