Bryan lowered his heavy head and contemplated the demolished laptop that he had used to activate the Chronivac program.
"No!" The important technology did not look repairable, especially considering he now lacked hands and fingers to effect repairs even had they been possible. "Oh shit!"
And then, he did. His tail flicked out of his way and he dumped a heaping load of fresh manure on the concrete garage floor. He stared in dismay and produced a distressed "moo."
The smell hit him, too, adding to his mounting stress and anxiety. He had just wanted to experience a quick but temporary change into a big, powerful animal. He hadn't fully expected the experience to be quite so real.
He remembered the timer. Would he change back in 30 minutes, or would his smashing of the laptop prevent that from happening?
"I'm a moron," he groaned.
His loud mooing echoed off the walls of the garage. The sound aggravated the bovine awareness lurking beneath the surface of Bryan's panicked thoughts, tipping the precarious balance in favor of the bull.
The belligerent bovine emerged, scared, angry, and confused.
Not pleased to find itself in the confined space inside the garage, the bull charged at the garage door. The first impact made a sizable dent, but the remaining obstruction and slight pain further enraged the bull. A more determined charge crumpled the door like it was made of cardboard.
Seconds later, an enraged Charolais bull burst into the wider world beyond the garage and began running toward Main Street, charging and knocking down a pedestrian walking her dog. The woman screamed as the bull rushed past her, snorting and tossing its head. The little dog ran yapping in the opposite direction.
"Moo," he bellowed when he attempted to apologize for his actions.
Bryan struggled trying to regain control. He wanted to get back under cover, which wasn't something a one-ton bull could easily achieve while on a determined rampage.