zergRush99 "Definetly! The richest of our world will be absurdly interested, and the income of new goods will definetly change the market in our planet in wild ways, for the better."
Wuthral the gets a paper slip from the table, which is signed by the leaders there, and hands it to the crab:
"Does your species do signatures? If so please sign this, it's basically a trade agreement, giving you tax-free trading on the system with out home planet, and a land plot in the moon in exchange of some technology that is yet to de decided, don't worry, we won't scam you, we probably don't even have the weapons to defend ourselves if you even get mad." (he chuckles, then hands him the paper slip with a normal blue ink pen).
