𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴...
You muse to yourself. Meanwhile, The animal control officer seems to be waiting for a definitive answer on whether or not he should take the trio of canines away to be picked by their 'owners'.
"So, do you need me to take these guys away so they'll be our of your hair?" he asks, ignoring the threatening response he's being given by the Dobermann and Shepherd. You open your mouth to say 'Sure', and hesitate. It would be easier to just get rid of them, and besides, You won't need to worry about being bitten again. Yet, you know that simply getting rid of a problem you caused, inadvertently but still caused, especially one as big as TURNING PEOPLE INTO DOGS, isn't right. You need to, at the very least, try to find a proper solution to the problem you've caused. Throwing the victims of your reckless key-pressing into the back of some van for them to be taken away isn't going to sit well with your feelings of morality. Being the bleeding heart as you are, some might say, you somewhat reluctantly decide to try and prevent the animal control officer from taking anyone away.
"H-hey, actually, wait," you say. "It's not a big deal. I-I can handle these guys, It's not an issue for me."
The animal control officer raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, sir?" He gestures to your wounded hand.
"Being bitten by hyper-aggressive dogs isn't something you should have to deal with."
"No-no, I-," you fumble for the words. "It was...my fault. I provoked them, Unintentionally, but it kinda got out of hand. I can deal with it, though."
"Sir," the animal control officer replies, still very distrusting of your abilities to 'handle' the situation.
"With all due respect, you don't seem to be in control of anything, right now."
"I swear, It's fine. Really. I appreciate you doing your job, but you don't need to take them away."
The back and forth between you and the officer goes on for a few minutes, with him still reluctant to hand over the situation back to you. It's not surprising, since he drove in seeing you trapped in your car with two very, very furious dogs trying to get at you. If you were in his situation, you wouldn't be any less reluctant to hand the situation back over to the person who clearly doesn't have the capability to deal with it. After a few minutes, the animal control officer scratches the back of his head.
"Well, if you're absolutely insistent on dealing with this..."
"I am. I assure you."
"...Well then," he says, placing down the puppy who he's been holding by the scruff for the last few minutes.
"I'll leave you to it, sir. I just hope you're absolutely sure that you want to deal with this on your own."
"I-...I do."
He shrugs and clicks his tongue.
"I guess I'll be going, then. Don't be hesitant to call animal control if you end up dealing with something worse."
"Yeah, thanks, sir," you reply. He nods and saunters back over to the van he drove in, opens the door, and gets inside. There's a moment of silence before the engine rumbles to life and he backs the van out of the lot and back the way he came. The fading sound of the van's engine leaves a moment of silence, leaving you to contemplate how you even got into this situation. You turn to Keith, who seems, at the very least, relieved that you didn't just send three people who you've never known off to spend the rest of their lives as dogs.
"Well, bud, I did the 'right' thing, but how am I going to solve all this?"
He gives a 'Maybe you shouldn't have used magic keys without knowing how they work first' look.
"Yeah, I probably got myself into this..."
You know that while you've dealt with one problem, there are plenty more that have to be resolved.