From inside the booth, Dan saw the settings on his screen. "No Jen, WAIT, please don't do this! You can't change me permanently!!! What about my family? What will I tell my friends? This is going to completely change my life. No one will ever take me seriously again! Please let me out! I'll do anything you want if you stop it!"
"Well, Dan, I guess you should've thought about this a little earlier. Why would I believe that you're sorry now, only when you have something to lose? When you were giving Billy swirlies every week, did you stop when he was begging for mercy? Did you stop harassing us after I got you in trouble for snapping my bra-strap? No, you sneaked into the girls locker room and added blue dye to the soap dispensers in the shower! I walked around for a week looking like a smurf! Did you care about how Billy felt when you switched the signs on the locker rooms and pantsed him, so that he ran into the locker room for cover, and found himself naked in the girls room? NO, YOU DIDN'T! And finally, when you locked Billy in the photobooth and set it for the maximum time, did you listen when he begged you to let him out and not forcibly transform him into a dog for an entire year? No, you just didn't care; so I won't bother to care either. And that's why I don't buy your story now. You'll just have to get used to pies in the face, juggling for little kids' birthday parties and making a complete ass of yourself on stage."
"Come over here Billy." She called. You trotted over. Taking your paw in her hand she placed it on the big green Start button. Together you both pushed down the button, sealing Dan's fate, and ridding the world of an obnoxious bully. You still had no idea what the significance of this was, still in the mind of the dog, but it was the principal of the action that mattered to Jen.