"GODS DAMMIT!" yelled Vidaar in anger, furious that their efforts were for naught, what with Depositron.<br/><br/>"Watch your mouth!" chided Mhenlo. "Also, this is no time to give in to rage.  We must come up with another--"<br/><br/>Suddenly, the Dayman reappeared, made some long-winded speech, and then pulled a full-length football pitch from his magical belt, complete with goal nets, referees, and a single spectator, which was immediately crushed by one of the gold bars the flying bank was depositing.<br/><br/>"We shall pelt this capitalism posterchild with the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe! For a large welfare budget is the demise of any capitalist plot! Down with the establishment peasants!! Join me!" exclaimed the Dayman.<br/><br/>"...that's it?" said Mhenlo incredulously.  "That's your plan?"<br/><br/>"You got one better?" asked Vidaar as he stepped up to a ball.<br/><br/>"I suppose not."  Mhenlo began to juggle a ball on one foot, then he began to use both feet.  Eventually, he kicked it up, caught it on his knee, then up to his head, and then knocked it into the air.  Then, with a quick prayer as it descended, his foot began to blaze with holy light, and he kicked it with all his might, infusing it with the energy as well as "the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe".<br/><br/>Vidaar just stared at Mhenlo and his form (both his form with the football as well as his physical form).  He stared for what felt like forever, but he eventually came to, shook his head, kicked a ball up, and fired a magically-empowered shot at it so that it would carry farther.  They continued this, regardless of whether their balls ever met their target.