"And so, with the recent tragedy of my most trusted assistant, friend, and technically-son, I hearby declare that canned ravioli is henceforth banned within the borders of Equestria. All who do not comply will be forced to watch a slow, rotating rat for twenty-four hours straight."
"Not the ravioli!" Chef Boyardee wailed, "anything but the ravioli!"
"Oh yes the ravioli." Twilight stepped aside to allow Spike, his snout still stuck in the can despite being a castle-sized dragon now, to speak.
"Mmmf! Mm-mmm!" Spike pointed a long claw at Chef Boyardee. "Mm!"
"Chef Boyardee," Twilight followed after Spike and pointed a hoof at the stallion. "You are hereby sentenced to low-quality spinning rat."