SCIENTIST—(Full voice now) WHO BELTS 'EM IN? I ASK YOU: WHO?
(Crash of cymbals and the music stops suddenly. The chorus freezes and the Scientist breaks away, clutching his box)
SCIENTIST—No. No! Stop it! I won't be dissuaded. You'll not get me with your sentimentality!
(He throws the switch. There is a stunned silence for a long moment: nothing happens. The crowd looks at Boog, to see if he's still there. Boog nods)
SCIENTIST—(Puzzled) But you didn't...you didn't blow....
BOOG—No. Not me. I didn't explode because....
BOOG—Because I'm the real Boog Powell. Me, the real one. And I'm free. It's the real me who has been hitting all those homers.