O my child, in your bright tiny uniform, I use this spell to transfer my aggression, my radiant energy through the ether to you.
I will crowd the sidelines of your event, your playing field, as only I recognize that in the easy suburban world this place has become a needed site of gladiatorial excess, a place for victory and domination!
Stamp I will. Beat my hands together. Cup them and yell. Stalk those sidelines. [Caster must do these things in rhythmic fashion thrice.]
Through these actions, with these words, I will project all that is pent up in me to you. I will make your little body, too joyful with its newness to the wonders of the world, surge with anger and dark energy.
O child, you will abandon your meaningless ways and strive for triumph!
Your child-like apathy toward our glorious events will be transmuted into my raw fury!
You will cease your loping, your awkward galloping, your weed-picking, and you will become a grim warrior, focused razor-sharp.
You will cease your crying. You will shed the look of shock and embarrassment on your face. You will see now, through me, the so-apparent importance of our shared endeavor.
Then we will march off the field of battle together triumphant! You will then understand the dizzying stakes!
O child, you and I will become closer. Through this experience, we will see to this wonderful thing, this success for you – and me. [Thrice more rhythmic stamping, beating, yelling, and stalking.]
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