“We need to put an end to this shit!” Aunt Jemima shouted while slamming her fists on the table set up inside an abandoned warehouse. “The market has no room for craft syrup makers, why do all these stay at home moms think they can make whatever they want?” Asked Hungry Jack, visibly upset at the slice of profit slipping through their fingers. By the end of the hush-hush meeting, the gang decided on using local sub-contracted guerillas to shut down the Susie homemakers draining their own maple trees. “There will be blood, and then syrup filling these suburban streets.” Butterworth said as returning to her chauffeured limousine outside.