An Amarrian, a Gallentean, a Caldari, and a Matari were sharing drinks at a bar when someone brought up the topic of God.
"God’s clearly Amarrian," said the Amarrian. "He gave us purpose—worship—and made the rest of you just to test our devotion."
"You're kidding," said the Gallentean. "God’s Gallentean. He created us all equal and gave us the freedom to live in harmony."
The Caldari took a sip of his drink and shook his head. "Wrong. God is Caldari. The universe runs like a machine. He made us to keep it running—and you all just complicate things."
The Matari sat silent for a moment, then calmly pulled out his chrome .45 and shot the other three dead.
Then he looked around and said, "Aren’t we all at war?"