"For you guys, you mean?" When Clem nodded, and then so did the cops and several of the other aliens, he fell silent. A guidebook. For s.p.a.ce aliens.
He could mention the Syktyvkar museum. He could warn against near-sighted duck-hunters. He could offer etiquette tips, such as a warning that "b.u.t.terflies" should not make pa.s.ses at domestic animals. He could...
If he did it right, it might even sell to Earthlings too. Though they would surely call it sci-fi or satire.
Finally he said, "Uh, what sort of figures are we talking about?"
"We bring over a million tourists in here every year."
"And every one of them would need a copy?" When Clem nodded, he said, "I think you"d better talk to my agent. While I start revising my proposal."
THE END.