Dear Fleur de Lis:
I’ve received word that you wish to create your own gala. If you wish to do so, you must gain approval from the Celestial Gala Administration in order to receive approval. If it is found to not conform to the standards set by the crown, it shall be forbidden.
In addition, you and every member of the Canterlot Snob Cult or whatever are hereby required to attend every single Grand Galloping Gala from now on. Failure to attend shall be punishable by mooning.
Sincerely, Princess Celestia.
Dear Discord:
Can I have my cardboard box back?
Sincerely, Solid Snake.
Dear Tree Hugger:
Okay, I got you enough weed to last the entire Grand Galloping Gala. So pay up now!
Sincerely, Pinkie Pie.
Dearest Sister:
Would you care to explain why I did not receive a ticket this year?! I think I’ve made it clear that I deserve to go as much as anypony! And for that matter, why did Discord get invited?! He went and invited the smooze, and you know how that turned out!
Your angry sister, Luna.
Dear Lulu:
Say whaaaaat? I’m sure you must have received your tickets! And besides, I never invited Discord! You must be imagining things!
Your totally honest sister, Celestia.
Dear Smooze:
I thought your ooze was supposed to consume everything! How am I supposed to explain this to the rest of the cult?! Rarity’s already screaming at me for tricking her into donating her sister’s college money!
Sincerely, Fluttershy.
Dear Twilight:
Stay the fuck out of my barn.
Sincerely, Big Macintosh.