D - U - C - K

Buster Girl remembered what Doctor Light said... something about "logic subroutines." That's right... Sometimes, Robot Masters and Robot Mistresses would pose a cerebral challenge instead of a violent one. The punishment for failing that challenge could be pretty violent, but generally, it could be solved with good old-fashioned brain power. The heroine tried to stop thinking of what Heat Girl's big, mommy fetish love-handles were going to be like for two seconds and focus on the puzzle in front of her. "Process of elimination... There was something like that, huh? Like a process that can eliminate me if I do the wrong thing!" she exclaimed, clutching one hand to her cheek, aghast.

"... No, not quite like that. The process of elimination is when you root out answers that can't be right, for one reason or another. Can you do that with this puzzle, sweetie?" Heat Girl's patient voice guided Buster Girl.

"Hmm... Yeah, I think I can," the pigtailed girl nodded. A few answers had occurred to her right off the bat... dirty ones, of course. F-U-C-K! S-U-C-K! Both fun answers, but too similar. Either one could be right. The correct answer, therefore, would have to be something that wasn't like that and probably still a course of action. What would make sense? "... Duck?"

"Why not try it out?"

"W-Well, there's a lot of reasons not to just randomly try something here, like, say, falling into a pit full of fire," Buster Girl pointed out, feeling herself sweat that odd form of robo-sweat that she'd been designed with for purely lesbian purposes. "Mmmm... I'm going to go for it, but only because I don't see a B to make Buck! That makes me think it's probably right!"

The heroine swung her arms at her sides, then jumped the letters in order: D-U-C-K! At the end, the blackboard on one side of the room spelled the word along with her, then began to flash with a strobing white light and make a cheerful chirping noise. That must mean she got it right! "I got it! I should be prepared to duck! I should be... oh, shit!"

"Language, young lady!"

Buster Girl had far worse things to worry about than having to put a coin in the swear jar. She managed to duck just in time to avoid a glob of red goo, aimed straight for her head, intended to interrupt her victory dance and perhaps burn her face off. "Th-That was mean! I got the puzzle right and you still shot at me!"

"No, dear, getting the puzzle right taught you the way to avoid my attack! I'm proud of you for getting it right!"

"That doesn't mean it's not mean!!"

Actually, more annoying than the attempted cheap shot was the fact that another puzzle sprawled out in front of Buster Girl now... She'd have to do a little bit more before she got her mommy time, apparently.