OH MY GOD NOOOOOO!!!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You scream. POLKA LAND! All around you
old grannies and grampas are dancing the polka. Suddenly on the stage-
which is oddly decorated in polka dots- a large, evil-looking man
appears. He's dressed in all red and holds a pitchfork. He has horns
on his head. No! Could it be? It's The Polkamaster! The devil!
He smiles evilly at you. "Come, my child," growls the man.
"Join in the...heh heh heh...FUN."
