"Your robots bit people?" Molotov looks absolutely confused. "Why is that a thing someone would program them to do, in a children's play place? Was your restaurant owned by a very small-minded supervillain?"

Because it does seem like something one of those spandex-clad morons would do, get a robot to bite a kid for no discernible reason.

She snorts and shrugs. "Eh, rigged, not rigged. It doesn't make a difference when you can just take what you want off the prize wall. I thought there would be better things, though, so that was a little disappointing. Not a single lava lamp."