The fog was thick; thick enough to affect even Dextetta's robotic eyes. The loud music, which sounded like Satan's rendition of an old pop song, caused her to become a little disoriented. She could barely hear her partner's voice through this booming noise, and she could barely make out his words. All she knew was that he was trying to ask a question.
"Private Simms, I can barely hear you. Can you repeat your question please?"
"Can I fry this freaky thing's circuits with my taser? Does it have enough power?" Simms asked, hoping he was close enough to the android that his words could pierce the disorienting mockery of music.
"Oh...The taser....Will it have enough power?" she repeated, hoping she heard at least some of the sentence.
"Yes. I need to know, Dextetta, and I need to know NOW!" Simms was getting panicked. This devilish music, this thick fog, and the screams of pain from cops all around him, were starting to get to him, and he could tell by the shakiness in his partner's voice that they were getting to her too.
Dextetta searched her database, fighting through the disruptive effects of the Tails Doll's otherworldly attack.
"Can you feel the sunshine? Does it brighten up your day?"
The song sounded like it was being played on a tape deck with a low battery, and these distorted vocals were accompanied by what sounded like the screams of tortured souls. Dextetta wouldn't let this get to her. Her partner depended on her, and she didn't want to let him down. She continued to search, hoping that one of those horrible screams was not the sound of Simms getting his throat slashed by this demented doll.
Nothing...No data. What would she tell Simms? Her best option was to tell him that she didn't know. "I am sorry, Private Simms," she replied, her voice shaky and barely audible. "I do not have data on that." This wouldn't help him. She knew it.
"I don't need to tell you you were wrong."
These words, sung by an old boy band, had been distorted to the point of being torturous, especially to an android whose sole purpose was to give information on Eggman's machines in order to help her comrades in GUN. The last thing she wanted was to be wrong.
Simms sighed. Dextetta wasn't going to be able to help him. She probably didn't know the answer to his question.
"Only one way to find out," he said to himself, turning the taser on to full power and thrusting it into the doll's side. He hoped for the best.