(Meanwhile.)

Cybele (singing): hmm hm hmm hmmm hm hm hmm

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four . . .

♥!

Cybele (thinking): Nobody home? Good. Then I can just slip right in and . . .

Human (offscreen): — —— – —– — – — — – —

Cybele (thinking): Uh-oh!

Human (o.s.): Pleasure doing business with you, sir.

Human (o.s.): I hope I’ll see you again soon.

Human: (o.s.): Did somebody come in? I thought I heard the door.

Human: Must’ve been the building settling.

Cybele: >.<;;