"Oh shit! Chips!" you exclaim, breaking the silence as you take a bag of the salty snack food from the pile the servants had assembled, ripping it open and shoving the unhealthy substance into your mouth. You only get a few chews in, quickly realizing something that makes you spit the chips out. "Blagh! Ugh, oh god! Hay flavored!" you shout angrily, looking at the bag to confirm that they were indeed Hay-flavored chips. "Stupid fucking ponies," you grumble, throwing the bag aside.