Karaoke Bomberdog just hardened her glare even more. These… Creatures
just come into HER base, speak so rudely to her, and make her waste one
of her OWN bombs on top of it? What was she going to do if anything got
damaged? She’d be getting an earful from Phantom Bomberdog.

“There’s nothing wrong with any of the walls here,” she snapped. “Now GET. OUT. Before I call Plasma Bomberdog in here.”

It
was clear that Karaoke Bomberdog wasn’t going to let Repairman and
Marie finish their job easily. Maybe she could be distracted somehow?

“U-um, wait,” Marie stammered, eyes darting all over the place. “Erm…before you report us…you, uh…”

She blinked, realizing something odd about this…apparently vain dog (she remembered the “delicate lady” self-descriptions).

“…Could you tell us why you wear a mask? Surely a…fine lady such as yourself would….show her beautiful face all the time…?”

Yes, she was stalling for time, but she was genuinely curious. Was there some kind of horrible reason, or…?