[For all the ridiculous metaphors in that statement, none of them flew over the demon's head. Instead, he merely nodded with great certainty, while shoving the bandit trying to strike him away with ease, and then slicing his weapon in half.

The bandit took a step back, looking at the haft of his weapon, dumbfounded. How did this stickly-guy do that?]

Very well said! This meal isn't even fit for Prinnies in remedial instruction! Once we take your ship, you are all going to be subject to bandit re-education!!

And... probably a cooking class!