Break Girl rolls forward and into a compromising position.

Panicking as the ground grew more and more distant, Break Girl rolled forward onto her stomach and attempted something like a mid-air butterfly stroke. That proved about as effective as it ordinarily did when the coyote tried it in the cartoons: the would-be infiltrator didn't gain any forward momentum at all. Worst of all, she was beginning to get vertigo... "Gosh darn it, why would I be programmed with a fear of heights?! Wait. If I keep up like this, it's gonna snag my Break Girl Shield! And if that happens, what if it comes loose? I'm gonna go from being Break Girl to Broken Girl! O-or Pancake Girl! Or something!!"

Desperately, Break Girl tried to do something, anything, to keep it from snagging her shield, which she was now irrationally convinced would result in her losing it and plummeting helplessly to the ground below. What she ended up doing was rolling heels-over-head forward...

The result was that each of the two prongs of the Mag-Fly's namesake ended up pressed against the soft surface of Break Girl's butt, securing firmly with a fit so symmetrical and perfect, it could have been designed to lock that way.

Break Girl gasped and flushed, trying to turn her head to see with her eyes the picture she could already put together in her head, but found that she could not. "N-no, wait! Wait wait wait! C-C'mon, buddy, not like this! I'm telling you, you can't take me to see your boss like this! Just kill me now! Nooooo!!"

Mechanical in the face of her wailing protests, the Mag-Fly continued to carry its helpless quarry towards what she now recognized as a mechanical, reinforced hatch on the side of the building. It looked just the right size to accept both the bug and the girl. In all likelihood, this was a whole routine designed to deal with Buster Girl if she showed up...

But Break Girl couldn't imagine Buster Girl getting caught in such a humiliating fashion. "Gggh... I screwed it up again..."