"There, there, boy, it'll all be over shortly," the doctor said petting your head.
"I'm not your frigging dog! I don't want to die! Let me go now!" you shout.
"First, you're not going to die. At least not yet. Second, you are becoming my frigging dog. With the laws regarding animal and human research what they are, I can't afford to buy a specially bred lab animal, and those that are to be euthanized at the pound are off limits thanks to PETA, and of course, industry must use animal testing to get FDA approval before they can sell their products to the public. So I'm going to turn you into a dog-bred-for-animal-testing."
"Nooooo, ooooooowl," you howl as fur sprouts all over your body.
"Oh, and while you still have enough human intellect to understand, wait until you hear the next part of my scheme," the doctor says holding up your little black book, "You see I'm going to use your address book to recruit more research animals, and the cops if they catch on to a pattern at all, they'll go looking for someone who has a motive against you and your family and friends. Whereas if I just took people randomly, there'd be a citywide panic. Hehe, let's see should I start with Marcus Klaus or Barry Woods?" He randomly picks names from your book, "Oh, this one looks interesting, it simply says "Ma" Mwahahahhhahaha!"