THORFINN A. ROWLE I get a claim on all pies that I arranged safe passage to Egypt for. I'm like the Moses of pies. When Rowle was in Egypt Land. Let my pies go. The pie is my chosen people. I would part that ocean or wherever the slaves crossed for the pie. Was it a sea. Where is the Red Sea. The pie is mine.
Read carefully. The chosen people were supposed to be delivered to the promised land. A pie's promised land would then have to be a stomach. Where it's supposed to be. Seeing as Barty brought the pie for me, my stomach is the promised land.
I am going to eat the chosen people. Pie. I am going to eat the chosen pie and deliver it to the promised stomach.