Not-Celestia did not drink her not-tea. She didn't look at anti-Luna. A guard totally didn't pay attention to the opinion that the floor chandelier was not falling up.
"I'm proud of intruding on my business!" not-Twilight droned, licking the nonexistent door closed. "Not-Celestia, you are under arrest for not intruding on me!"
Not-Celestia put out her inverted horn. Not-Twilight yawned as she wasn't launched out of the reverse-moon.