While his sons were busy getting ready for the day, Scott quickly finished breakfast before heading across the street to Ethan's house. He was looking forward to pitching his idea of a conjoined guys' time to him. After crossing the street, he walked up to the door and knocked.
"Who is it?" came a voice from inside. Scott recognized it as Ethan's.
"It's Scott," he replied.
After hearing the door unlock, Scott opened the door to find Ethan and Luke--in one body with two heads, two arms, and three legs. Scott was a little surprised at first, but it quickly faded as he--like his sons--had come to expect this.
"Interesting form," said Scott. "You having any trouble sharing any of those legs?"
"No, we're fine," Ethan replied.
Luke didn't say anything, but could tell that his father and Scott had enjoyed all the time they had spent as conjoined twins.
"You know, Dad, I think maybe you and I should take a little break," said Luke.
"What?" Ethan asked. "Don't you still wanna spend some time bonding with your old man?"
"Of course I do," Luke replied, "but I think Scott wants to 'bond' with you some more, too. Besides, Evan is coming in this afternoon, and it might be best if we get used to being apart for a while before he gets here."
"Luke's cousin is coming?" Scott asked.
"Got a call from his parents last night, long story, will explain our plan later," Ethan told his friend. He then turned to Luke and asked, "You sure you don't mind me being fused to Scott again for a while?"
"It's fine," Luke assured his father. "Besides, I think I might be getting used to thinking of Scott as my 'half-father' or something."
With that, Luke began using his power to unfuse from his father. Their shared clothes unfused as well, turning back into their original forms as Luke and Ethan became separate again. They were wearing matching outfits--Hawaiian shirts over white shirts with gray sweatpants and black socks. Now on his own again, Ethan moved towards Scott as the two pushed their sides together and began to fuse. In less than a minute, Luke was standing before a forty-year-old body with two heads, two arms, and two legs--Ethan's head on their body's right, Scott's on their left. Their clothes had fused together as well--the Hawaiian shirt with Scott's black jacket, the white shirt with Scott's red shirt, and the sweatpants with Scott's jeans.
"Thanks for letting us do this, Luke," Scott smiled.
The eighteen-year-old smiled and replied, "No problem...dads."