Hey, kids! We're all friends here, right? Can't you guys cut me a break and reply to each other once in a while? I'm not the frickin' Oracle of Delphi after all, y'know. I'm doing more typing that ever since the comments started.

Great. Now I'll bet I just became Google's top hit for "frickin' Oracle of Delphi."

Exactly what was Ferd baking there, anyway? Casserole a la ball de la bowling? Did he misread the ingredient "lemon extract" as "core of a neutron star"?

This proves that ole Ferd is not human. No human could take a pie out of the oven without a good set of potholders to protect his sensitive human hands. Especially if it's an anvil pie, with thousands of pounds pressing that hot pie tin onto your palms like a branding iron. Ferd is a robot who has not learned the finer points of human existence, such as temperature comfort zones, the proper way to pick up a pie, and humor.

Ferd. Branding iron. If nothing else, we all ought to hold onto that thought.

Actually, if you look closely, it looks like the artist kinda sorta tried to draw a potholder or cloth or something or other in there. But a pair of oven mitts would have been more obvious. But what do I know, I can't tell my Ferd'nand from a hole in the ground.

If that's a potholder or anything other than a crumpled hanky, it's as poorly drawn as the typical Ferd joke is executed.

And it still doesn't explain the weird way he's gripping the pie. You lift *logs* that way!