You begin to remember that your Dad taught you years ago the secret of fighting demons made of fudge and mape syrup

        And sure enough that secret is...dance!

     As you jig like a gold prospector with a nervous twitch, the maple syrup mutants are compelled to dance along with you. Now they are in your power, the possibilities are endless!

      Ok, not quite endless, there are only three of them, along a familiar looking orange road.

The End

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