"You lost," Celestia smacked her dry lips, still tasting the frosting from the cake she'd devoured that morning. "--your crown."
"Yeah."
"And you say you saw a unicorn take it?"
"Yeah."
Celestia rubbed her chin. "Well, I do suppose that there is a solution to this dilemma."
Twilight cocked her head.
"Second amendment to the totally-legit Equestrian Constitution that I definitely didn't forget existed or manifested into existence right here and now; the right to bear arms."
Twilight looked at her forelegs, then back at Celestia. "Bear arms? I don't--"
"It is exactly what you think it means, my dear student--" Celestia teleported the entire portal down in front of her now, shoving Twilight through. "Toodles! Good luck finding the crown."
"Look! That girl has bear arms!"
Twilight screamed.