DM: When you enter the room, you see Neighsay pathetically trying to kick over the garbage can with his hooves to get his medallion out.
Chancellor Neighsay: Ugh, wonderful. I suppose you've all come to gloat?
Smolder (RT): Actually, we've come here to save y–
Gallus (RD): Nonononono, we are absolutely roasting this fool while we've got the chance. Do we start with the bright idea to scapegoat a bunch of foreign kids instead of actually looking into the problem?? Or the fact that an eight-year-old trounced you in a battle of wits?
Silverstream (PP): And you're gullible! Sandbar tricked you by playing to your biases!
Chancellor Neighsay: He… what??
Sandbar (AJ): It wasn't like it was difficult.
Ocellus (TS): For someone who claims to care about ponies first… a lot of them don't seem to like or respect you.
Yona (FS): Nasty pony have no one to blame but himself.
Smolder (RT): …Does anyone have Spare the Dying prepared?