An exhibit about Dr. Dolly herself.

Break Girl found herself face-to-face with the creator she hadn't met yet: Dr. Dolly, the black-haired, dark-purple-labcoat-wearing evil genius responsible for the creation of the Robot Mistress. That was, funnily enough, literally face-to-face... The display Dolly was on a pedestal, but, even accounting for that, had to be a full half-a-head taller than the real deal. Break Girl wasn't interested in the woman's Napoleon complex, though: she found herself looking into those shady eyes behind the rectangular frames; those eyebrows that seemed to want to wiggle even now on her motionless face; that creepy smile that no one could possibly trust. Once again, Break Girl found herself baffled by the common knowledge that humanity, generally, accepted Dolly as a **** of good now.

Leaving her aside, Break Girl looked on the desk beside the woman, which was covered in helpful infographics about how much Dolly had done for the world since she'd served her prison sentence and been released for good behavior. {if Heroic = true}If only Break Girl didn't know that behind every one of those positive statistics was the unspoken promise that Dolly still had her eyes set on world domination...{endif}{if Anti-Heroic = true}It was all a ruse, of course... Break Girl was living proof that what Dolly had on her mind was getting rid of Buster Girl and taking over the world.{endif}

In the middle of all those info cards was a tall model tower that was instantly recognizable: it was the same tower where Dr. Dolly kept her secret accomplice, Dr. Wily... The same tower where Break Girl would frequently sneak back to in order to resupply and plan her next operation. But, more than that, it was Dolly's base of operations, undoubtedly full of her twisted weapons and experiments...

Allowing herself a small bit of satisfaction, Break Girl took aim with her weapon and released a single shot, blowing the tower model to pieces. {if Heroic = true}"Before this is all over, I'm coming for you, too, Dolly. Your tower can't protect you from justice, or from me and Buster Girl!{endif}{if Anti-Heroic = true}"I'm tired of playing stupid games with your puppets, Dolly. Your tower, your Robot Mistresses, and all of your plans are going to come tumbling down, just like that."{endif}

... It had felt cool in the moment, but as she looked at the smoldering wreckage of an informational model on the table in front of her, Break Girl couldn't help but feel like a child who just threw a tantrum. With a slight pang of guilt, she picked up the model to begin to hide it. "Oh, hey!" A handful of bolts fell out of the pile. "Score!" With her guilt immediately discarded, Break Girl began eyeing all of the displays around her as potential bolt pinatas-

Her fun was interrupted by the arriving elevator. "Hehe, right... Mission first, smash-and-grab looting later." Buster Girl made for the elevator.

((Gained 20 bolts))