The Dreadnought by Jim Steranko

Besides all the other wonderment, Steranko went outside the panel (such mixed messages-we're told to think outside the box but stay within the lines).  There's a lotta hardware and machinery here, which takes me back to last night, a sweltering night at an outdoor concert, and I tell the girl scooping ice cream I want The Funky Donkey, and she warns me, "There's peanut butter in it.  Are you alright with that?"  I told her I was more than alright with that, and I feel the same way about Steranko's nuts 'n bolts