After the cashiers' finished the history of how Polycephola and the antidote, Pivicephola, were developed, Evan could not help but continue to gawk at two men. A part of him was interested in buying both flavors of this weird, exciting drink, but the rational part of him felt that this was some kind of marketing scheme. There had been no news coverage of these new drinks. "Your pulling my leg, aren't you?"
"No dude, this is for real." The cashier of the left insisted. "They really do fuse two people together."
"As long as both have it in their system." The right head of the cashier corrected. "You don't have to worry about randomly merging with anyone on the street unless they've also drunken it. And even if you do, Pivicephola here..." The right cashier paused, as if expecting something to happen. He cleared his throat, and repeated, "And Pivicephola here..." His tone must have reminded his other half, because the left hand pulled out a different, smaller soda container, "...will instantly separate you, as if you had nerve been fused in the first place. The drinks are totally safe."
Evan's expression must have said that he did not believe them. "Dude, I know this sounds unbelievable, but seriously, it is for real. I mean, look at us." The left cashier spread his arm out, as if to say Ta-da, but it did not look impressive as the right cashier did not mirror the action. "Dude, that was your cue." The left cashier turned his attention to his other half.
"Its not like I can read you mind." The right cashier complained before spreading his arm out unceremoniously.
Evan looked back and forth between them. "Right... I think I'll get a drink from somewhere else."
"Wait!" Both cashiers held up their hands. "We can prove it, just give us a second to come around. " The right cashier finished. Evan watched as the two turned around, and he took note of the hoodie they were wearing. It seemed to be seamlessly stitched down the middle of their back. It was green and then suddenly transitioned to orange.
The cashiers seemed to stumble behind the counter, each using their hand to support their supposed shared body. When they walked around corner, Evan was surprised to see only two legs. The left cashier's foot had on a brown trail running shoe, and the right cashier had a grey sneaker. They appeared to be wearing a single pair of jeans, which seemed to be too tight to fit two separate sets of legs. "No, this is some elaborate costume." Evan said, still skeptical.
"It defiantly is not." The green hooded cashier said. "Trust me, I am only attached to him because we get a bonus while working stuck together. It is supposed to 'showcase' the new soda." He air quoted the word showcase with his one hand.
"Need more proof." The left cashier smirked before lifting their joint hoodie and shirt up high.
Evan gasped. Underneath their clothes was only one body. He gawked at their single stomach the two men were sharing. There was only one belly button, but either half was different. The right half seemed to be carefully trimmed, while the other half was covered in hair. The right half of their two-headed cashier then forced their shirt back down. The green hooded man glared at his other half, before turning to their customer, "So, proof enough."
All Evan could do was nod; he was speechless. "And no." The right head of the cashier spoke again, more to his other half than the customer. "We are not going to showcase the antidote drink. We only get one of each a day, and I am not spending my hard earned cash on another set."
"What my colleague is trying to say..." The left cashier seemed smug as he spoke, "...is that you will need two of the Polycephola drinks, any flavor will do, if you want to merge with someone. You will both need to drink the entire thing. But, you will only need one of the Pivicephola cans to separate, and really only one of you needs to drink it." He attempted to lean in, and put his hand to cover the side of his mouth, as if he was trying to hide what he was about to say from his other half. "You will only have one body." he pretended to whisper, "Which means you will pretty much only have one of everything, if you know what I mean."
"Don't remind me." The right cashier frowned. "So..." He turned his attention back to Evan. "Are you interested, or do you want a different soft drink."
Evan grinned, "Give me one of each."