How do you get to a board game from a chorus of rusty legs?
Well, perhaps the legs were “rusty” because they had not danced in a while. They were too busy playing games other than dancing (anyone for a round of double entendre?).
Perhaps, life is a board game, and our purpose is to play as well as we can. Or at least to cross go (and stay out of jail).
Our whole life is solving puzzles.