The Tin Woodman wasn’t always made out of Tin. He started off made out of a woodsman. But he had broken the heart of a witch, and she cursed his ax to cut him up. Every time he cut something off, a friendly Tin Smith replaced it. After a few misgivings, he was entirely made out of Tin. He tried to kill the evil witch, but she had cursed the ax to not harm her. Fuck it, said the woodsman. And he bought a chainsaw. I should’ve been using this long ago. And chopped up the witch. Embrace technology, bitches.