User identity on the Internet; it’s just a strawman.
[After encountering the witch’s flying monkeys.]
Tinman: What happened to you?
Scarecrow: They tore my legs off and threw ’em over there. Then they took my chest out and threw it over there.
Tinman: Well, that’s you all over
Poor scarecrow, he lacks a brain.
Wicked witches? Some of them are trying to enslave the flying monkeys. Aggregate those bits of straw.