Are you kidding Ron, no way should we be going back to that place. We were warned off by aliens in 1969 when Armstrong and Aldrin made that historic landing. The space creatures were far from friendly and told Neil and Buzz that there had been a secret, ongoing, heated debate between the Bloothians and Earth over the Rozwell remains. NASA didn't listen and went back time and again, which angered the space folk no end. They finally cracked it big time after the Apollo 15 landing. The Bloothians, having had a gut full, dragged astronauts Dave Scott and Jim Erwin by the scruff of the neck through an opening on the dark side off what we'd previously though was the moon.
Bloody hell, did we get it wrong or what? It isn't a moon, it's a ****in' great space station. And according to leaked United States Defense Department papers, Dave and Jim were told by the Bloothians that the moon was actually Base Station MMMDCIV and had been manned for just over MCCXIX years. Before mankind began flourish on Earth, BS MMMDCIV stood out in the solar system like huge, hairy, dog's balls. It stood as a stark deterrent to the space ne're-do-wells intent on creating **** in our area. But as the mellennia passed, so too did the presence of intergalactic crime, rending the base almost unneeded. It's now become little more than a lightly guarded travelling outpost for space freighters.
At first, the Bloothians thought diddly squad of Earthlings and treated them with distain, but in time they warmed to the funny little bi-peds. As the eons passed though, and pressures on cosmic laws demanded a change to the greener side, it was ordered by the Cosmic Supreme Council, that all space stations must blend in with the local surroundings. So with great gusto, the feather encrusted, three legged Bloothian Grenadiers started trucking in huge loads of space rubble to dump allover the enormous station until it eventually looked nothing more than a colossal grey blob. Sadly, as with many governmental projects, funding ran out before the job could be completed, and we were left with unwanted craters scattered all over what we now mistakenly call the moon. In actuality, BS MMMDCIV is still very much an every day working platform which is off limits to us puny Earthlings. They just don't trust us. We're looked upon as the neighbourhood dog that persists on ****ting all over on your footpath.