"And so, by royal decree--" Luna shifted her gaze to Celestia, who gave an approving nod. "--it is hereby declared that henceforth, all Tuesdays must be Taco'd."
"TRIXIE'S TACOS WILL NOT BE TUESDAY'D!" Trixie screeched at the top of her lungs as she yanked free her bag of Taco Bell tacos. "DOWN WITH THE MONARCHY, WE WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS OPPRESSION!"
"Trixie." Twilight pointed at the humongous billboard sitting right beside Trixie's trailer. "We are taco-ing the Tuesdays. You get free tacos every Tuesday."
"...very well then. Trixie shall permit for the monarchy to continue its existence. For now."