Satanis: Not with flame you won't!
But Man... Man has a love for fire. Napalm, white phosphorus, promethium, oil, gasoline, meltas, plasmas, firestorms, incendiaries, firepower, fireline, flamethrower, fireteam, firefighter, the flames of war, fire, fire, fire. What else could be said to have benefited as much from man as fire? What other element has been defended, nursed, tutored, fed, and loved more than fire? Our cities, our books, our people, our enemies, our friends, our dead, our living, our greatest works and most heinous feats; all of them, fed to the ever hungry flames.
For warfare, for country, for humanity? No. We wanted to see what fire, raw unchained flame, could do."
A light of terror went on in his eyes as he shouted, "NOOOOO!", before finally and totally combusting out of existence. Small flaming embers of him fell towards the floor. They smouldered in green and purple fire for a few seconds before going out.
There was a look of confusion on Satan Girl's face as she exploded.
Her positive-matter structure was instantly annihilated by an equivalent mass of anti-matter in the solar prominence. It flattened part of the plasma-storm a bit, made for a more spectacular sight, and disintegrated a small bit of antisolar matter.
But that was all right. There was enough antimatter in the star to spare.
It didn't take that much of it to kill a Satan Girl.
Baloo: Yep. You can always tell with the Red Flower. They do love their Red Flower.
Mowgli: The Red Flower doesn't seem so bad.
Baloo: Yeah, but let it loose, and it destroys everything it touches. Don't ever play with it, you got that?
Mowgli: Yeah, I got it.
(Burn, let it burn)
Burn that mother down!
Burninating the countryside, burninating the peasants
Burninating all the peoples in the thatched-roof cottages!
And you'll see
I'm more than meets the eye
You think that
You'll break me
You're gonna find in time
You're standing too close to a flame that's burning
Hotter than the sun in the middle of July
Sending out your armies and you still can't win
Listen up, silly boy, 'cuz I'm gonna tell you why—
Can't hold me now
You've got nothin' that can stop me!
Swing all you want
Like a fever I'll take you down!
Hunter: OR... I could just napalm the room with my flamethrower!
Priest: Or I suppose you could just napalm the room with your fucking flamethrower.
Hunter: Must have been a blow to spend your whole life currying favor with Jesus to the point that hell let you weaponize him, and only then find out that gasoline exists!
Won't stop until they keep moving. and burning. Some escaped. Still burning.
Dr. Hibbert: Fire! And lots of it!
Marge: Oh, that's your cure for everything.