SCIENTIST—(Admonishingly) Ahahahah! None of that, my pretty specimen.
BOOG—(Appealing now, hands out) Why are you keeping me here? Why am I a prisoner? What's going on here, anyway? I want out! I must get back to the team. The team needs me!
(Lights out on stage left, up on stage right. The robot Boog Powell continues to lie motionless in the lounger, whistling softly. A pretty woman enters the living room. She is quite obviously nervous, running the palms of her hands along the front of her dress. She pauses uncertainly, watching Boog warily. Then she squares her shoulders and speaks)
WOMAN—Uh, Boog, dear....
BOOG—(Not moving) Hmmm?
WOMAN—Well, I thought...mmm, well, I wondered if...well, it's just that I would like to speak to you about something.
WOMAN—(Blurts it all out bravely) Boog, it's about us.
WOMAN—(Takes a few tentative steps toward him) Well, Boog. Well, it's like this: you've...you've changed. You're not my Boogie of old. (She inches a bit closer: Boog does not move)