It was the next afternoon when the bandicoot woman was at a fast food restaurant plotting her next move.
"My work has already made the front of the cover of several celebrity magazines," she muttered to herself without anyone noticing, as the music played over her mumbling and it was a cliche soliloquy.
"But I've got to kick it up a notch, or maybe several."
In her imagine spot, she envisioned herself climbing up on the fire escape of Lammy's apartment complex and breaking into her unit. When she reached the window and was able to force it open with a crowbar, she revealed herself to be wearing a domino mask to conceal her identity.
"W-who are you?" Lammy cried when woke up and saw the intruder in her house.
"Don't worry about it, my pet," the bandicoot woman responded to the frightened lamb girl, as she lunged and grabbed her, making sure to tie her arms with the rope she was apparently prepared with. Then she'd forcefeed the lamb more dumplings in the sack she was revealed to be carrying with her all along.
As the spot faded, the woman figured she'd never be able to get away with it.
"They'll reveal my identity, and then I'd get busted... Unless... I assume someone else's identity and get them blamed while getting off scott-free... Darn, forgot to ask for ranch."