“You’re still here? We thought you’d have colonised the galaxy by now. We uplifted your species two galactic rotations ago.”
“That was you? We’re grateful of course but with chemical propulsion we can barely get a ship to orbit. And then there’s the light speed barrier.”
“Barrier? Didn’t you get the plans?”
“Plans?”
“Oh darn, we left parental restrictions turned on in your heliopause, our bad.”