Do you know the Muffin Man?

Jimmy is currently working in New Zealand to fund his continuing travels and misbehaviour. I received this email from him today…

Hey kids!

So I was at work yesterday, dripping with sweat as I’d just moved 40 25kg bags of chocolate muffin mix from a big container onto a wooden pallet in the midday sun. Then I picked up the pallet with the forklift to wrap it up and put in a van, when I noticed a thin stream of muffin dust escaping from one of the bags near the top of the pile. I should have covered it with masking tape to prevent losing anymore but instead I decided to poke my finger in the hole. Don’t ask me why, because as with so many things I do, it just felt right. The little hole turned into a big gash which ran the lenght of the bag. The mixture emptied out and covered me, then two of the bags above the now empty one fell on my head and pummeled me to the ground. The guys I was working with ran over and lifted the bags off my crumpled frame, only to find me covered in a thick brown gluey paste where the powder had mixed with my sweat, blood and more than a few tears.
I was allowed to leave work early to have a shower, but the paste had already dried to a hard, thick crust and no matter how hard I scrub myself or how long I immerse myself in the bath, nuggets of uncooked muffin remain on my eyelashes, in my hair, ears and nose and under my fingernails.

Do You Know The Muffin Man?? You do now.

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I believe the word is Legend