The nosey neighbours on the moon work in the cheese quarry and the fondue pits. It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it. The cheese miners have a saying where there’s work to be done that’s where you will find me.
The conditions are bad and there’s no chance of promotion, all the top jobs have been taken by the owner’s offspring. The owners a snake in the grass with a big top hat which is the only thing that stops him sliding under doors.
So the workers got together and formed a trade union on the moon, The Association of Random Space Critters. Or ARSC- for short.
No one was prepared to face the management. Desperate for a leader with so much grumbling and complaints, some decided to get together, so a poster went up in the canteen known as Gorgonzolas signed by the “Cheese Miners Massive”.