Your shirt collar is feeling extremely tight right now. You turn to look at the source of the second voice, clunking heads with your grumpy second head again.
"Ow! Why don't you look where you're going for once?" grumbles your second head. It twists around your neck to get a better look at the newcomer that's suddenly appeared on your right.
"What...?" begins head #3 as he looks at you and #2 confusedly. You notice that, like #2, this head isn't quite the same as yours. Sure, there's the whole neck being about 8 inches long, but the face is also a bit rounded and pushed out, and his nose seems to be flattened somewhat. He doesn't have fangs like #2 does, but the face still has a slightly snake-ish look to it, if you squint.
"Um," you begin, "I seem to have developed a habit of growing extra heads today. Head number three, this is head number two, number two meet head number three..."
Your second head rolls his eyes. "So now I have to share with another one? Oi! This day keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"
"Er, indeed," your newest head responds. "I'm afraid that I'm a little confused..."
You sit down on a park bench at the park's entrance and begin explaining to your new head about the strange things that have happened to you since visiting the hot dog stand. While telling your story, you mention the strange unpronounceable drink that you bought to wash the first hot dog down with.
Head number 3 looks thoughtful for a moment. "Do you still have the soda can?" he asks. You fish through your pockets, and pull out the empty tin. (There wasn't a recycling bin nearby, so you pocketed it for later.) The newest head bends forwards and squints heavily at the can label.
"So you say that you started growing new heads after drinking this?"
You nod, a maneuver which has an unexpectedly large range of motion with your elongated neck. "Yes, why?"
"Well, it's called 'evil-mage-devouring-hydra cola.' Did you experience the urge to devour any evil mages when you drank this?"
You shake your head, careful not to bonk yourself on the left or the right. "Nope."
"Yup!"
You turn to face head number two. "You did?"
"Well, he certainly wasn't a pixie, was he? Still, that hot dog was pretty good..."
"Hmmmm... Well, at the very least, the Hydra was a legendary beast that had many heads. The evil-mage-devouring part may have just been wishful thinking on the brewer's part, as I most certainly do not feel any compunction to eat anybody."
"Spoilsport. Ow! What was that swat on the nose for?"
You turn back to #2. "Look, I'm still in control here, right? Meaning it's still my stomach, and I don't want to be eating any people!"
"A bunny rabbit?"
"No."
"How about an evil bunny rabbit?"
"We'll see," you say as you turn back to #3. "So you think this drink is responsible?" Your second head continues muttering under his breath about some of the things he would like to eat.
Your third head squints at the can again. "I have no idea if the drink alone was the cause, but I'm certain that it had something to do with us, yes."
"Well, I hope we'll get along then," you say as you twist your own head on its overlong neck to get a good look at heads two and three. "By the way, you both have some small, snake-like features. I haven't grown any scales or fangs or anything, have I?"
Your other two heads stretch around you to take a look. "Nope, if it wasn't for me you'd just be another boring human being," the second head tells you.
"Can you open your mouth and stick out your tongue?" asks number three.
"Why?"
"To see if you have, say, a snake tongue or venom sacks."
You shrug and do as your third head suggests. Head #3 twists around to try to look you in the face. "Could you lower your head just a bit? My neck seems to be a bit shorter than yours. Ah, thank-you. And, if I may add, you look just like an average person in every way."
"Except for us, of course."
"Yes, of course."
This is all getting to be a bit much. You rest your own head on your hands and try to collect your thoughts. Who know that one's own heads could have such different personalities?
"Is anything the matter?" your third head asks.
"Well..."