Scarecrow: (in disguise) Lost? You have that bewildered look but your sort always does.
Thug: I ain't not lost. I'm looking for you! I wanna know how come you always win, Mr. Lucky.
Scarecrow: (in disguise) It's quite simple, actually. I fix the games.
Thug: You can't fix all those sports, nobody can!
Scarecrow: (in disguise) Oh, he of little brain, allow me to illustrate. (grabs an envelope) Here, you can read, can't you?
(Thug grabs the envelope and reads it)
Thug: "Boo!" Hey, is this some kinda joke?
Scarecrow: (in disguise) It's no joke, I assure you. It's the fear of victory, and the agony of... (Thug grabs him and reveals his true form) The Scarecrow! So now you learn step 1 in how to fix an athletic contest. I shall proceed to step 2.