She's willing to listen.

Regina yelped in surprise and dropped her coffee upon entering the apartment. Pat was standing in the living room completely nude save for a pink Stetson hat. She smiled and waved cheerfully, oblivious to Regina's obvious discomfort.

"What the fuck?" Regina asked, turning away from her. "Who is that and why is she naked?"

"I'm Pat," the golem drawled. "I took off my clothes on account of that kindly fella Andrew. He said he wanted to see my cute little cowgirl pussy."

"She's a golem too," Madison said. "I don't know why she's talking like a cowboy."

"It's 'cause I am a cowgirl," Pat said. "Least according to my script. Andrew and Maria spent all morning riding me like a prize bull, and they never told me to get dressed again. Y'all want me to throw on some duds?"

"Yes!" both girls said in unison and the cowpoke nodded.

"Can do," she said. She began gathering up her clothes, which had been strewn across the floor. "Meantime can I get y'all some vittles? We got Doe-ritos and some yogurt, I think."

Madison politely declined and ushered Regina in. Now that the shock had worn off, Regina moved closer to Pat to examine her. Pat wasn't bothered; as she shimmied into her jeans, she gave Regina a wink. "Like whatcha see?"

"She's just like Lauren," Regina said. She poked Pat's shoulder and felt the warm simulated flesh yield slightly under her fingertip. Pat smiled and pulled down her top to expose her left breast.

"I don't know this Lauren gal, but she must have a might fine set of titties and a hell of caboose if she looks like-"

Regina gasped as Madison unbound Pat midsentence. The golem adopted the usual brief look of shock before ejecting her script and collapsing in a heap of loosely connected limbs. She stared at the crumpled form in horror.

"Is that... is that what they look like? When they're not active?"

"What we look like," Madison emphasized. "That's what I look like when my script is unbound. Just a pile of sculpted body parts without any animating ****."

Regina prodded the golem's right leg experimentally with her foot. The limbs felt heavier somehow, as though being drained of life made them leaden. She looked at Madison, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and trepidation.

"Can I see?"

Madison cleared her throat. "Well, only Ross can actually unbind me - to be clear, that's for my own security - but there might be a way. Can I trust you?"

"Of course," Regina said. "Why would you even ask?"

Madison sighed and went into her bedroom; after a second she returned with a script and a tablet. She handed the script to Regina, who turned it over in her hands.

"So everything about you - your personality, your memories - it's all on a scrap of paper like this?" Regina asked incredulously.

"Not everything, but a lot. If we're gonna do this I need to teach you how to bind a script. Here, put the script in her mouth."

Regina followed Madison's instructions, placing her fingers on Pat's forehead and speaking the binding word. She jumped back in fright when Pat immediately rose and examined the room coolly.

"Hello, Madison. Is this your friend? I don't believe we've met." She offered her hand and introduced herself, but Regina just stared at it.

"She doesn't remember me?" she asked.

"Memories don't always translate between scripts," Madison told her. "Now, this part's important. Do you think you could do what I just showed you again?"

"Sure," Regina said. "But what script are we putting in her now?"

Madison smiled and held up the tablet. Her lips moved rapidly, far faster than an ordinary human's could. Regina started to ask what she was doing but before she could, both Madison and Pat had crumpled to the floor and two scripts were fluttering to the ground.