"I think it's time for us to head home," you say to your other two heads as you stand up
from the park bench. "It's been a long day, and I think I just want to crash and watch TV."
"Yes, I can imagine that these growth spurts would be quite exhausting," head number
three agrees sympathetically.
"Wimps," spits number two.
You walk back up the strange street, your two new heads continuing to bicker back and
forth the whole way. They're - heh - at each others' throats. Almost immediately after
thinking that, you shake your head, ashamed to find amusement in such a non-joke.
Number three must be right - you're feeling pretty worn out, even though it's still early in
the afternoon.
"Watch that foul mouth of yours. We mustn't draw additional attention to ourselves," you
hear your third head say as you come out of your introspection.
"Yeah? Well, maybe you should -"
"Alright, enough!" you demand. "Listen, we're all in this body together, right? So start
acting like it."
"Oh yeah? Or else what?"
You're far too tired and grumpy to be playing this game. "Or else I'll chop you off myself."
"You'd probably grow another two heads in his place," number three chimes in. "At least,
that's what the original hydra was said to do."
"Yeah, what if you chop me off and two more of ME grew back?" sneers number two.
"Well..." you pause, trying to think back to what Greek mythology you know. "Then I'll just
have to chop both of them off and cauterize the wound with fire. Hercules killed the hydra
that way, you know."
Head number two gulps audibly. "Ah, right then. If you really mean business, then I
guess I, ah..."
"Number two? Shut up."
Your third head turns and beams at you. "Well done! I knew you wouldn't suffer that fool
gladly!"
"Number three? You shut up too. I've had enough of my own heads shouting in my ears
for one day."
"Oh, yes, of course."
You manage to walk for several minutes in blessed silence. The extra weight of two more
heads makes the walk a little more difficult, and you make a mental note to yourself to try
and get some exercise in if you're going to be stuck with these two for any length of time.
You're starting to get hungry, too, and as you walk you contemplate about how much
energy it must have taken to grow two new faces so quickly.
You begin to notice that you're gradually wandering closer to the middle of the street.
Head number two is swaying back and forth, and as he swings out the momentum has
been pulling you off to the side.
"Stop that, number two."
"Stop what?"
Your patience for these games is rapidly approaching rock bottom. "Chop chop," you say,
making a gentle karate-motion against your rightmost neck. Your second head seems to
get the picture and settles down a bit.
It's not much farther before you reach your house. You break your imposed silence as you
unlock the front door.
"Well, here we are."