Option 3-2 - Call him ugly

Call him ugly

"Hey scarecrow, if you have magical powers n shit why did you make yourself so ugly?"

The scarecrow was obviously puzzled by my interruption and stopped in his tracks to think of a retort as I kicked into the floor and kicked him from 20 yards away.

He was quick to react and threw his arms up to block the kick, but broke both of his arms in the process and went flying. I landed, ran to where he was about to land and prepared a second kick that he could not block when the room changed and we were now in the middle of a desert.

"you cannot kill me" the scarecrow says, now suddenly 50 feet tall and no longer injured

"I control this little space completely I am a god in this world and you are my play toy"

"Well if your a god then why was I able to kick your ass?" I say matter of factly. To be honest I was not expecting this to happen and a feeling of hopelessness cross over my whole body. I'm going to die here and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Well, um, thats because your different, I think. thats actually a good question..."

The thing says, looking a little confused himself.

Ahh, I think I get it now.

"Hey scarecrow, ever here of Solipsism? Its the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. Metaphysical solipsism is Based on a philosophy of subjective idealism, metaphysical solipsists maintain that the self is the only existing reality and that all other reality, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self, and have no independent existence. In essence, you dont really exsist and everything thats happening is just my thoughts being projected into what I preceve as the real world."

"that doesnt make any sesne" the scarecrow says "I exist, I'm right here, you can't deny my exsitance". "I punched you in the face and knocked out some of your teeth, you felt that didn't you"

"Correct, I did feel that, but external senses do not prove anything. The 5 senses can be controlled or altered by various means under normal circumstances. If i were to go flying in a dream, That doesnt mean i can actually fly, even though I felt everything associated to that action"

For some reason, going on my pretentious philosophical rant bothers the scarecrow. Maybe I'm on to something

"Scarecrow, I want you to be 5 feet tall now"

In an instant the scarecrow was 5 feet tall, and scared.
"No! you can't do this!"
he screams, with desperation in his voice. With a flick of his arm we are now standing in an artic climate, in the middle of a pretty heavy snow storm.

1.) Change the weather to something a little warmer
2.) Challenge the scarecrow to a dance off.