[ WP ] Whenever the moon is out people feel the need to care for each other more than themselves , the government wants it to stop

Around a long table, lit by candlelight to an eerie glow, a cadre of men in finely tailored suits sit. Most have refined, subtly graying hair. Wrinkles that appear cultivated to grant them a `` Kindly grandfather'' look. Many have small golden crosses, tied to chains around their necks. Though some seem to go to lengths to keep those crosses away from any thin clothing or bare flesh. For make no mistake, these men are cartoonishly evil. 
 
 These men are meeting, deep within the halls of greed, corruption, and satirical evil that is the Conservativist party Headquarters. And today they meet with a singular purpose, to discuss, and hopefully find a solution to, their age old nemesis. 
 
 The Angel of Kindness. 
 
 The Pale Compassion. 
 
 Luna Charité. 
 
 The Moon. 
 
 `` we ca n't just do nothing, every month we let this situation continue on unchanged, the Liberalists push another vote through thanks to that damn rock. **They made me vote for a welfare bill! **'' 
 
 `` Yes Mister Shillings, they are gaining ground. But think of the blowback. Were we to attempt to block votes on a full moon night, what does that say to the public? To the voters? It says that we refuse to vote in a way that considers them. And their quality of life. The public outrage could well end us.'' The response came from an impeccably dressed man with a fine dark suit, short slicked back black hair and a finely trimmed goatee adorning his relatively young face. 
 
 This man, Lucian Fernand, was the current head of this gathering of ~~monsters~~ concerned businessmen and politicians. `` Now, do we have any more suggestions, yes, Mister Bose. Please, take the floor.'' 
 
 Another man, old, decrepit, suit hanging off his frame and with eyes like a vulture circling it's prey, stood. `` Thank you, my friend. I feel that many of use are not considering alternative ways to spin this. Instead falling sway to what the public may think. I remind you of a time where it was not the public's thoughts that defined our policy, but our policy defining their thoughts. What sort of government is this? Where we ca n't mold the public's thoughts to our side. We simply push the moon as an agent against the free will of all men. It does n't matter what it pushes them to do, solely that it pushes at all.'' 
 
 A man stood from his seat `` Look old timer, this is n't forty years ago. We ca n't spin any old bullcrap and have them buy it hook, line and sinker! They have the internet, news agencies have access to a thousand god damn studies on this thing! Even without those, we ca n't beat generations of fairy tales and stories all talking the moon up as some force for good!'' 
 
 `` Well do you propose we fall into charity and care and watch the economy fall to the dogs as we hand it to the homeless!?'' 
 
 `` I'm saying-'' 
 
 Lucian rose. `` Order! I will have order! Sit down. Both of you. Mister Brand, if you speak out of turn once more I will have you removed from the premises. Are we both absolutely clear?'' 
 
 Mumbled assents came from both parties. 
 
 The chair once again took control of the meeting `` Now then. We could continue to argue political methods for all night, or we could do something... different.'' 
 
 Heads perked up around the table, eye's glinting with curiosity. 
 
 `` I'm sure by this point, you have all noticed my guest.'' Spoke Lucian, gesturing to a balding man in an over-sized white coat. `` This is a colleague of mine, Doctor Ernest Thoroughgrave. Expert in many scientific fields, including Aeronautics, rocketry, and high yield explosives.'' The politicians murmured in realization. `` I have consulted with him for the last several days, we believe that destroying the moon, and blaming it on a terrorist organization, is both a plausible solution, and the most effective one available to us'' 
 
 Cries of disbelief rose up `` You ca n't expect us to believe this crap?'' `` Do you have a bridge to sell us as well?'' `` What, do you think we're five?'' 
 
 `` Gentlemen! I wo n't have you impugn my honor any longer. I understand this course of actions seems impossible, but it can most certainly be done. Not, however, without significant cost. It would take billions, from each of us, embezzled, hidden, funneled through offshore accounts. Everything. This is no cheap flight of fancy. That's simply the price of lasting change.'' 
 
 `` And you expect us to hand you billions of dollars on an idea?'' 
 
 `` I expect you to, yes. Because the alternative is to lose trillions over our lifetimes, and to what? Taxes, charity, helping the less fortunate. Every bill the Liberalists pass, every full moon. Is billions of hard earned dollars down the drain. I say no, I will stand for this no longer. And neither should you. We are the masters of our own fate! and nothing shall change our course! Who is with me!'' 
 
 Almost to a man, the senators rose. Eyes full of hope. A dream of endless vaults, untouched by paupers or taxes. The dream they had worked their entire lives towards. 
 
 And that is the story of how one man, and his middle aged friend, with nothing but a cheap lab coat and a plan, took over a trillion dollars from a cabal of wealth businessmen and ran off. Never to be heard from again.
