Didn't think things through.

"Okay...I may have jumped the gun," Walter thought. He definitely must have been riding the high of this invention because in hindsight....this idea was very dumb.

Walter's invention had worked. It had transformed his body into the first thing he had touched. Unfortunately it had transformed him into a bottle of pills.

Yeah....

This was him now. A bottle of pills.

Now immobile, Walter found himself waiting...and waiting and waiting, till finally...the door opened. He felt a hand grab him, another twisted the lid on his head? Then something fell out...or rather a pill fell out and Walter's consciousness followed. He went from a bottle of pills to a pill.

"Could this get any worse?" He thought and then he recalled just exactly what happened to pills. "Oh no," He winced as he was unceremoniously consumed by someone.