If *I* had an extrasolar warp-drive and knew where some technologically backward aliens were, I'd probably be playing practical jokes like crop circles on them, sure. I'd be peeking in windows and then running away, stealing their pseudo-cows and putting them in the neighbour's barn, and divebombing drunk drivers out on lonely country roads - maybe even leaving naked lady magazines in their outhouses for Dad to discover after Junior has made a visit!
So I guess the question is: are there aliens, and if so, do they have a juvenile sense of humor like mine? The smart money says no - nobody gives a guy like me a spaceship, unless they want it back in somewhat less pristine condition than it went out in.
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