First, you dance in front of the plane while chanting. This causes hypoxia, which alters your mind state.
Then, you immediately bite the head off the snake.
The measureable weight is now less, and also in your altered state you will feel free to read the scale in creative ways. Perception is reality.
Then you can add as many clear coats as you like--it does not matter.
Then you rub, rub, rub all the while continuing to chant. Some suggested themes are: "Heavy Stunt, Heavy Stunt, Heavy Stunt." Or, "I will only take you out and feed you if you never stall, never stall, never stall." And rub, rub, rub.
Of course, I am forced to admit that tonight I may also be hypoxic, having had the weight of an OPP* collapse my workbench. This caused the fuselage to fall on the floor and break in half. Right aft of the motor mount, which had only two thin strips of balsa holding the entire plane together. So I will not have to bite the head off the snake tonight. It sacrificed itself as a token of subservience.
Santeria Stunt Team
*--Other Person's Plane