He slowly got up from where he mutated, hobbling over to a trash can and knocking it over, shuffling through discarded papers to find a half eaten Choco-Log bar... which he threw up stomach acid on and then slurped up.. gross.. but he was a fly mutant now, so..

ahem

he caught his breath, still haunched over the trash, his fly wings buzzed as he slowly came to his senses

Baxter: "What am I..? I'm nothing anymore!!... I'm a freak.. I'll never be taken Szzzzeriously as a Szzzcientist..

he glanced over at a chalkboard he'd been working on, but before he could do anything, he heard you enter his dimly lit lab