The moon would never be the same again.

NASA, in a fit of proctological madness popped a cap in it's ass. It was no longer the benign pie in the sky of sappy Italian love songs.

The man, the one in the moon, was pissed.

The changes were slow to come. Not many people noticed at first that the tides were stronger and higher. The Bay of Fundy was virtually empty during low tide, and Nova Scotia completely submerged during high before anybody thought to ask what was up.

Lunacy was on the rise.

Werewolf sightings peaked.

Lunar eclipses now were the leading cause of blindness.

All NASA had to do was ask. Yes, the moon had water underground. The man, the one in the moon, liked to mix his scotch with it, and he was an angry drunk.