H-U-G-E-A-S-S

Buster Girl recognized that the most difficult part of this puzzle was not coming up with a seven letter word that satisfied both conditions set by Heat Girl. The difficult part was actually in tracking down the right letters and then getting across in a timely manner... this overly annoying puzzle was clearly an attempt for her to bide time while charging an attack, judging by that sizzling noise projecting over the loudspeakers. As such, she didn't think long before she jumped off her block and began spelling out a word.

Heat Girl's voice sounded pleased, as she followed along with the letters. "H... U... G... Oh, I knew we were on the same page!" she giggled, clapping her hands together. "What are the other letters, the remaining four? Let's see... E... Hugeees? Or...?"

Buster Girl laughed as she continued to bound from block to block. "I don't think anyone would spell Huggies that way!"

"A... S... Huge as? Huge as what?" the delightfully innocent arsonist questioned, slow to pick up on what was coming.

The mischievous heroine wore a big grin on her face as she hopped atop the "S" block once more, causing the phrase "HUGEASS" to show up on the blackboard. "Ta-da! I can't wait to get my hands on that big mommy butt!"

"Buuusteeeer Giiiiirl!" Heat Girl ranted over the loud-speakers, although Buster Girl thought that the voice was loud enough that she could hear it coming from just ahead past the platform too. "Why do you suspect I have a bigger butt than every other Robot Mistress?! B-Bubble Girl's is much larger, if you're talking about proportional to their whole body! I-I think Air Girl has a pretty big butt too! Why are you picking on me?!"

The girl's surprisingly passionate rebuttal on the subject of her weight had Buster Girl apologizing, although she couldn't help giggling at the same time. "Ha ha ha... Is it really that big? I wanna see!" The response to that taunting was, of course, the disappearance of all of the blocks, dropping her into the fire pit as though she'd been condemned to hell itself. "Waaaaaagh!"

"That will teach you not to pick on your elders!!"

"Oh geeeez!" Buster Girl shouted, feeling her body no longer simply sweating, but starting to melt; her annoyingly receptive pain receptors were flaring on high gear as she roasted to some robot-sentience-degree of alive! "Wait, there's a spring pad!" She curled herself into a ball and hit it, like a different sort of platforming super hero, then sighed in sweet relief as she came out onto the platform she'd been aiming for. Her body was blackened and singed, with little flames dancing at the tips of her pigtails. "Why did you put a spring down there, anyway?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm far too lonely to burn my only visitor alive before we have a chance to meet face to face... Although, I do hope you'll shape up and be a good girl for me... These behavioral problems of yours are just a bit exhausting."

((Buster Girl took 10 damage!))

((Heat Girl charged Atomic Fire!))