“NO! I’m hungry, and that sandwich is mine!”
 
“We will have this sandwich! The pink pig doth not need another morsel!”
 
“Are you saying I’m fat?!”
 
“Have thou looked in thy mirror, recently?”
 
“O-Oh…Yeah, well…Why are you even talking like that, anyway?! You haven’t used that archaic vocabulary since your first Nightmare Night! It just sounds stupid!”
 
“IT DOES NOT!!! OUR TRADITIONAL, EQUESTRIAN PROSE IS SACRED AND MAJESTIC!!!… _{And, I always thought I sounded cool when I used it…}”
 
“…Hey! Where’d the sandwich go?!”
 
“Huh?”
 
“Munch, munch, munch…”
 
“SISTER?! HOW DARE THEE?!”
 
“You snooze, you lose. Maybe, you should’ve grabbed the sandwich in your magic instead of trying shove Pinkie Pie away from it, and start arguing.”
 
“Groans…B-but, those five other sandwiches weren’t enough for me…”
 
“Oh, shut it, pink menace…”