The Conjoined Sisters

The body shifts uncomfortably, two faces turning to glance down and back at their third sister.

Twin 1: "Morning, butt-face."

Twin 2: sighs "You don't have to call her that every single day..."

Twin 1: "Why not? It's accurate. sniffs the air and grimaces ...Did you crop-dust us again in your sleep?"

Twin 2: "Oh god, I think she did."

The body squirms as the twins try to angle away from their own lower half.

Twin 1: "Well? You awake back there or what?"