Chabini: Just say the magic word and we'll have you purgin' evil in no time, sugar! Hyuk!
Demon lord Murasaki: The only thing I'm purging is you if you don't remove this contract.
Chabini: Listen here, demon brat. You think you're too good to be a magical girl?
Demon lord Murasaki: I am a demon lord. I don't do sparkles.
Chabini: But you're already sparklin', sweet pea! Look at those precious heart auras! Hyuk!
Demon lord Murasaki: That's. Not. Sparkles. That's my corruption field malfunctioning!
Norman the God of Gooning: Did someone say... magical girl demon lord with thick thighs?
Chabini: Oh for the love of—Hyuk—not this guy again—
Demon lord Murasaki: I'm going to kill you both. Starting with whoever gave him directions here.
Demon lord Murasaki: Peonies. I tried to incinerate him and got... peonies.
Chabini: Your corruption field's been kawaii-fied! Ain't that just precious? Hyuk!
Norman the God of Gooning: Such elegance... only magical girl thighs could weaponize botany this beautifully...
Demon lord Murasaki: If you mention thighs one more time, I'll turn these flowers into shrapnel.
Chabini: But you can't, sugar! Your murder gets makeover'd now! Hyuk hyuk!
Demon lord Murasaki: Every violent thought... becomes... decorations...
Norman the God of Gooning: It's like your thighs are expressing themselves through flowers! Truly divine!
Demon lord Murasaki: I'm going to implode. Just... implode.
Demon lord Murasaki: The more I suppress it, the worse it gets—
Chabini: That's the spirit, demon brat. Bottle it up nice and tight. Hyuk.
Demon lord Murasaki: Wait. If I can't externalize violence... then I can't... I can't...
Norman the God of Gooning: Your thighs are glowing! They must be channeling pure magical energy!
Demon lord Murasaki: I can't even scream without... without...
Chabini: Without makin' it rain love and joy? Welcome to magical girlhood, sugar! Hyuk!
Norman the God of Gooning: Such restraint! True magical girls express violence through the power of love!
Demon lord Murasaki: I hate you both so much... that I might... actually... sparkle to death...