Visitors

They had travelled for years and now they were finally in orbit around the planet.
"Is this the right place?" one of them asked.
Another nodded.
"What now?"
"We must land and walk among them. We must integrate. We can learn from this race."
Their craft headed down through the atmosphere towards land.
Twenty minutes later they were exiting into a desert.
A lone figure staggered towards them from a shack. He held a bottle in his hand.
"Dudes!" slurred the man. "Are you gonna,  like, perform experiments on me and stuff?"
The aliens looked at each other and then boarded their craft immediately.
"I thought there was intelligent life on this planet?" one of them mused as they took off.
"Clearly not," replied another.
The drunken man watched them disappear as he swigged his whisky.