Dingodile awoke to find himself on the floor. His stomach was aching something fierce. He growled in protest to the pain as he sat up and looked around. He lifted a hand to his head and rubbed it. Instead of releasing the stiffness that was there, he scratched himself. He brought his hands to where he could see them and found misshapen paws of some sort. He looked at his feet. They were the same. His pants were intact. His tail no longer a crocs', but a Dingo's he got up and went to the lone mirror in the room and looked at himself. He seemed more dingo than anything at the time, but he was quite hideous. His teeth were much too long to fit in his snout, which was pushed out of shape drastically, and his claws were much too long. His arms seemed to have, however, grown much larger, as if he had gotten stronger. He stared in amazement as he moved his misshapen right hand and the muscles of that arm bunched up. His green eyes focused on the muscles that grew bigger when he bent his arm. When he let it down, the muscles shrank back. He looked at himself once more. The hideousness he guessed was punishment for letting out the experiment. He couldn't let Cortex see his grotesque form yet. He would know something was up, so he quietly went out of the castle without alerting anyone.
