Do you not know the nature of your existence?... Or the true order of the universe?... We are AMARR... We are the chosen ones...
Worry not about killboards and transient matters that merely serve to stroke your tender precious ego... Focus instead on serving the Empire and knowing your place within it... Only then will your life know purpose, order, and satisfaction... Whether you were blessed to have been born AMARR... Or serving beneath our rightous heel where the heathen belong... You are part of the grand design... Accept your fate...
Surrender now unbeliever, or be vaporized in the cleansing heat of our mighty turrets.... The choice is yours...
Diplomacy is like wanking, it gets the job done but it doesn't leave you with that satisfying feeling that you just boned someone's daughter.