“Well, firstly, we’re a civilization of dozens of different species with hundreds of races and clades each. Given the sheer number of shapes we come in, why would you possibly assume that we’d be invested in your morphological bigotries?”
“And even if we were inclined to be, it would have to be a more significant one than hue – even if cross-linked with historical accident.”
You’re petty idiots.
“And even if you had a good reason to refuse to ever deal with these so-called inferior people, that’s what you’d do; refuse to deal with them, build fences, live separately. Not go out of your way to be appallingly unpleasant for no adequately defined reason.”
You’re malicious petty idiots.
“And you don’t have one, because even if you were right, game theory tells us that defaulting to cooperation is always superior in the indefinite-iterated game, and the law of comparative advantage tells us that you’re better off doing so even if you’re better at every single thing ever.”
You’re self-defeating malicious petty idiots.
“And frankly, you’re not right, because in the light of all this, your self-described intellectual and cultural superiority isn’t looking so good, either.”
You’re hypocritical self-defeating malicious petty idiots.
“So I don’t really think there’s a terribly good basis for an alliance of mutual interest here, I’m afraid.”
– overheard and underheard in the Crescent Bar, Conclave Drift