With a sinking feeling, you realize that there probably aren't any good options; no matter which one you choose, Mike is doomed somehow. With that thought comes determination: you may not be able to save Mike, but you can at least deprive this science jerk of his fun. “I'm not playing your sick games!” you yell. “Turn Mike back and let him go!”
A pause, then the words on the screen change: FATE CHOSEN. A pair of robotic hands reaches into the room and gently lifts the snake away. The room fills with a green mist, accompanied by more cries of pain. At least they're human again, though, and when the mist clears, you see that Mike is back to his old self. As he lies on the floor gasping for breath, a door slides open in the wall, revealing the corridor beyond.