Ya, that's exactly my point.

[The grown man seems to have been turned back into a child with his infant-like behavior with the mess he was making. He raises his hand to his mouth to wipe the milk beaded along his lips and along his chin where it had dribbled from the cup.]

I'd kill for a burger right now. A big, fat, juicy slab of meat.

[And so off Wikus goes again, raiding the kitchen for some high quality beef. As he does, his bandages begin to uncoil around his alien hand.]