Vi: Guess What Number Im Thinking Of.

Vi: Guess what number I’m thinking of.

Jinx: 420?

Vi: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.

Catra: 69.

Vi: Yeah it was 69.

Jinx: Why are you on the floor?

Catra: I'm depressed.

Catra: Also I was stabbed, can you get Vi, please.

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Jinx: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Catra: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Vi: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Caitlyn: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Adora: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Jinx: Here's some advice

Catra: I didn't ask for any

Jinx: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Jinx: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Vi: How am I supposed to know?

Catra: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Vi: *sighs*

Vi: You wouldn't be trapped.