A cluster of servos whipped out of the "leg" of the creature, grabbed the locks and keys which had fallen to the floor from a sudden event, and a small mobile saw began reducing them to reusable millimeter-cubes.

"Our contract can be bought out for 6.5 trillion quantum-hours of computation.  Please open your brain for removal of lock designs."

 The hobby locksmith was in their car with a large bag, driving away at full speed.