@Background Pony #CDF2  
“Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.”  
“If thou consider rightly of the matter,  
Caesar has had great wrong.”  
“Has he, masters?  
I fear there will a worse come in his place.”  
“Marked ye his words? He would not take the crown.  
Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.”  
“If it be found so, some will dear abide it.”  
“Poor soul! His eyes are red as fire with weeping.”  
“There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.”  
“Now mark him. He begins again to speak.”

@Background Pony #1000
 
Either Prince Rupert of Yakyakistan, or Gilda the Griffon, because both of them are foreign and formidable.
 

If Celestia is Caesar, then who is Vercingetorex (the Gaul who tried to unite Gaul against Rome)?

Reference: The Death of Caesar

Sometimes getting Celestia to eat her fiber can be a real challenge.

MUFFIN FIGHT!!!

Then fall, Celestia.

Even Discord is shocked by the sheer brutality.

Foul Heresy!

“Noo! I don’t don’t like muffins!”

at least they aren’t baked bads.

Et tu, Twi?

Though clearly Shakespearean, you know Pinkie went all John Blutarsky at the start.
 
In other words, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbHDtCTYHjE

Friends, Mares, Equestrians, lend me your ears;  
I come to clean muffins off of Celestia, not to praise her.  
The evil that mares do lives after them;  
The good is oft interred with their bones;  
So let it be with Celestia. The noble Twilight  
Hath told you Celestia was ambitious:  
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,  
And grievously hath Celestia answer’d it.  
Here, under leave of Twilight and the rest -  
For Twilights is an honourable mare;  
So are they all, all honourable mares -  
Come I to speak in Celestia’s banquet.  
She was my friend, faithful and just to me:  
But Twilight says she was ambitious;  
And Twilight is an honourable mare.  
She hath brought many captives home to Canterlot  
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:  
Did this in Celestia seem ambitious?  
When that the poor have cried, Celestia hath wept:  
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:  
Yet Twilight says she was ambitious;  
And Twilight is an honourable mare.  
You all did see that on the Lupercal  
I thrice presented her a princessly crown,  
Which she did thrice refuse: was this ambition?  
Yet Twilight says she was ambitious;  
And, sure, she is an honourable mare.  
I speak not to disprove what Twilight spoke,  
But here I am to speak what I do know.  
You all did love her once, not without cause:  
What cause withholds you then, to clean for her?  
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,  
And mares have lost their reason. Bear with me;  
My heart is on the table there with Celestia,  
And I must pause till it come back to me.

et tu Twilight

 
Derpibooru, we need moar of both.

Hah!