For whatever reason, I’m getting Godfather vibes.
 
“I understand. You found paradise in Equestria, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The Guard protected you and there were courts of law. You didn’t need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: ‘Donna Pie, give me justice.’ But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Auntie. Instead, you come into my house on the day my friend is to be coronated, and you ask me to throw parties for money.”

(insert 50 cent reference)

Yes, I want to lick your lollipop.