The Hunt for Phil...
As you reach for the doggo, both Jake and Meg turn from their coffee making activities and start screaming at you!
"Leave little Brucester alone! He's just a little doggo!"
They're right of course. You're a monster. Threatening a poor little doggo.
In your heart you've always known you were a terrible person.
With the weight of that terrible realisation resting heavy on your heart, you scoop up some rocks, pop them in your pocket and leap in to the Avon.
The current slowly takes you as your vision fades and the pain eases.
You are dead. Game Over.