After a year, my jaw opened again. I meant the first word to be a greeting. What came out instead was the name of the smell of oil.

• The Cowardly LionNick, that's Nick's voice! Can I cry? No, wait, I'm already crying.
  Nick ChopperPlease, cry. Cry my share too.
  The Cowardly LionDon't say things like that, it just makes more come out, you tin fool.
• The ScarecrowThe grass where you used to stand stayed flattened for a whole year. I think it thought you were still working.
  Nick ChopperI held the axe the whole time. That wasn't work.