Ritualistic Posturing Over Hydrocarbon Real Estate

The current dominant biped of the North American landmass has engaged in his favorite pastime: shouting across the atmosphere at a rival tribal elder in the Arid Sector. The orange-hued chieftain suggests that a bargain is afoot, likely involving the exchange of fictional resource credits to prevent a catastrophic kinetic exchange. To emphasize his point, he has moved several primitive, carbon-spewing metal platforms into the liquid interface surrounding the rival tribe's borders. These vessels, while technologically laughable to any species capable of FTL travel, represent the peak of bipedal intimidation tactics.

Meanwhile, the high priest of the Arid Sector has countered by threatening a regional chain reaction of tribal skirmishes. It is a classic display of Earth-bound logic: threaten to destroy the very biosphere you occupy in order to secure a slightly better position in a fictional ledger. As usual, the local sub-species remain mesmerized by these displays of aggression, unaware that their entire planetary existence currently hinges on whether two aging bipeds can agree on the proper sequence of vocalizations. Watching these creatures negotiate is like watching a pair of dust mites argue over who owns a single skin cell.

— Zog-7, Sector 7 Observer