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"Oil can! He said 'oil can'!" Dorothy cried & squirted the oil of either side of the Tin Man's rusted mouth. "Mmma...mmmy goodness!" said the Tin Man. "So, how's about it, Dorothy?

The Scarecrow did a sucker-punch upside his head. It rang out like a gong. "You heartless bastard! Dots is my gal!" Tin smiled, "If you had two brain cells to rub together, I'd

light 'em on fire, burn your head off and prop your headless corpse in a cornfield." Dead silence. They all now realized the Tin Man was a psycho. Dorothy reached in her basket

and pulled out a pearl handled revolver. "Hands on your funnel, buster," Dorothy said. "Cowardly Lion, take his axe." The lion didn't move. "Just do it!" Still nothing. "OK, I'll d

o it, just don't shoot!" Dorothy said, "Can it Tin Man or I'll fill you full of lead." She gestured to the cowardly lion, "Keep your paws where I can see them." The Scarecrow

gave her a baleful glare. Dorothy was a fraud. A cheat. A con artist. While the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion were being threatened by the gun-wielding girl, the Scarecrow had a pl

plan. He'd show her he had brains.

"My dear," he said pompously,"perhaps you have not seen my collection." He pulled a golden cord to open the red velvet curtains along one wall, revealing shelves of pickled brains.

She smacked her lips and before he could stop her uncorked the nearest jar consuming the convoluted grey matter of Albert Einstein and that was your mom Stephen.", said Hawking Sr.