ANFSCD: A Spell on Jim

Rick closed his eyes and murmurred a barely audible chant while making strange gestures with his hands. Jim rolled his eyes and paced about the room while his "magical" friend hammed it up like a corny magician at a kid's birthday party. "I can't believe that I am even humoring him," thought Jim. Rick had come up with some some strange ideas and schemes in the past but this one took the cake. Suddenly, Rick's eyes shot open to reveal that his pupils had changed to milky white and that the white of his eyes glowed eerily, as if a source of power was welled up in his body. He slowly raised his right hand and made his way towards Jim. "What the fuck," swore a suddenly convinced Jim, who took a few steps back from his fast approaching friend. Rick's hand shot to the top of Jim's forehead, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. Rick let out a sly grin as he felt power surge into his friend. "Here is your proof, Jim."