Baxter has created life in his laboratory, laughing maniacally at his success as a thunderstorm roars outside.

"IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIIIIIIVE!!!! HEHEHEHE!!!"

He spots your reflection in one of his beakers and freaks out, defensively guarding his beakers while screeching and hissing at you.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LAB?!?! I have no business with you, and you have no business with me!" Then, an idea pops in his head. He leans forward with a nefarious grin, clasping his hands.

"Unless... You're my new test subj- I MEAN assistant!!! Yees, of course! In that case, your timing couldn't be more impeccable! Come in, come in, of course! All I ask is that you don't touch or even look upon my creations. Not that your infinitesimal mind could comprehend it!"