[ WP ] The moon is hollow .

`` Sir, our resources are nearly depleted.'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes, I know.'' 
 
 `` But what are we going to do?'' 
 
 The hefty general slammed his fists against the table. He scattered the blueprints and charts of data. Sweat began to blur his vision, and his knees began to shake. He bared his teeth and reluctantly said, `` what other recourse do we have? We must resort to plan B.'' 
 
 `` Do you mean --?'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' his eyes met the shivering subordinate, `` Notify the president. Prepare the ships. We launch at dawn.'' 
 
 The lanky footsoldier scratched at his ears. It had been a long time since his people had fled Earth. He was n't sure they were in for a warm welcome. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. His whiskers quivered as he relayed the news, but it did not come as a surprise. The moon's supply of cheese could only last so long. It was a wonder the mice were able to thrive for the time that they did.
