The Boiler Makers in question are the heroes of this story, a select team of elite sperm cells. The production opens on a stage, bare except for scaffolding. A countdown commences, but it is eventually cancelled. "It seems that today's second launch has been called off," says a Boiler Maker. "Maybe the man is getting old these days. The number of second launches has been decreasing," says another. The launch does eventually occur and, intentionally or not, the Boiler Makers end up landing on a belly. "Look. There's no river." "It's land." "What?" "That jerk released us on a belly." "Look. Something is coming." "Is it a strong squall that washes away everything or . . .?" "Kleenex!"...more...