It's full moon. You watch your son writhe in agony, the transformation already underway.

He raises his hand and screams " muprizimopawamakup". sudden bright light rapes my eye sockets and melts my cornea.

my sons eyes are closed now as he is in blur shape and you can see whole galaxy unbinding thru him like that crazy intro of true detective. His locket shines and covers his hands with white latex gloves as it wraps his body in tight school shirt. He has red bright boots with a suitable hairclip. He opens his eyes.

" Now you will face justice Al-Baghdadi you scum!"

Then with his new sailor moon powers he blasts Al-Baghdadi and his minions to pieces.