Still later, in the command room of a cloaked alien mother ship in high earth orbit, a short bulbous headed alien rushed up to its commander.
High one, the alien gasped in the language of his empire. We’ve captured two more terrans. I’ve transferred them to holding cell Z-24 and sent crews to analyze the contents of their vehicle.
From the high-backed command chair, the commander asked: Have they given you any trouble?
No, the green alien answered. Not yet, high one.
The high one sighed and stared dispassionately at the sight of Earth filling the main view screen. When, she asked rhetorically, is this worthless planet going to give me something interesting to do?