"They're all drunk and high on opium. But I should probably put a stop to this now. Excuse me." Gar turned to the group. "Hey! Are you guys whispering about the green skin or the pointed ears?"
There was a brief moment of awkwardness before the Head Drunk stood (only just) and said, "The skin, freak! You're freaky!"
"No, I'm Canadian. This is how people look in Canada. You ever been there? No? So that's how we look. This way we can better hunt the wild moose. You know, and beavers. For the beaver pelt. I love beavers." He was aware that they weren't buying it. "Look, Africa? Black skin. China? Yellow skin. America? Red skin. Canadians are green." They shrugged and returned to their drinks.
Gar turned back to Rose. "Well, that was some awesome racism. I hope one of them does go to Canada and asks for a Greenie."