Siri rises to the podium to speak.
Siri: Spare the pwny scum of their pity. They gush about their connection with nature, their primal wisdom, but what has it brought them?
Where are their marvels of engineering? Their voyages of discovery? Their great insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our basest, when we dressed as they do, dwelt as they do, hunted as they do, lived as they do, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great journeys. We forged epics. They have not.
They speak so proudly of the manes dangling from their skulls, little realizing that they are but strings and puppets. What little they have accomplished they attribute to the wisdom of their princess, who is nothing but an autocratic, gluttonous tyrant. She moors them to the past, serving as a leash that keeps them as little better than horses, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more.
We have come to their worlds to purify the brikverse. Whether their actions drive us back or we cleanse and destroy, the outcome is the same. We will depart from their wretched planet, leaving them behind. And in a thousand years, they will not have changed from this contact with another world. They will remain in their stables, idly preaching friendship, communing with their princess, until their sun burns out and their world dies.
And above their tomb, the stars will belong to us. Our only solution lies in preemptive attack. We will fight terror with terror. The hostiles believe that Ekvestria is protected by their... princess. And when we destroy it, we will blast a crater in their racial memory so deep, that they won't come within 1,000 light-years of this galaxy ever again.
(speech ripped off of various sources on the internet)