Maker Mayhem: Low Moments in How-To History, Part 5

what is up with the hands? It looks like an odd vulcan hand sign. Maybe it really is Zoidberg

I was only nine years old. I remember that far ago day when, late for a party, mother placed one of those upon my head. For the first time ever in my young life, I no longer heard the low comforting murmur of the voice that called himself “Uncle Edgar.” Suddenly I was breathless with terror.

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