"Oh, dude, I don't know?" Mark said extending his hands as a spotter as Scott and Max writhed inside the conjoined twin suit.
They did end up falling toward him. He rushed forward to break their fall and they tumbled together to the floor.
"Hey, watch it! I warned you two, and ..." Mark paused then added, "Oh, no."
"Two was a crowd. What's three make?" groaned Scott.
"Three's Company, Now," sang Max.
Both Scott and Mark turned their heads to try to glare at him, but Siamese Triplets don't have that much mobility.
"Oh, great 3 heads, one body," groaned Scott, "Well, I've got a hot date tonight, and I'm not going to let the two of you ruin it."