nick's pie

So, my brother works at Russ'. Yes, the land of home-made, Dutch goodness. He came home from work tonight and as he came through the door he seemed to be gaurding something wih his life (see fig. A). He could barely hold back his excitement about this fine delicacy as he placed it on the counter. It was a pumpkin pie. I asked him if I could have a piece. He said I'd know the answer to that question once I saw the note he was about to attatch to the box that held the pie. He strategically placed the threatening notice on the box, and as he did so, he non-chalantly said: "You can have a piece if ya want." He must really like me a lot, or really want to kill me... I can't figure out which.