There was a big red barn outside the back of the main house. It had been some time since a horse had called it home; at least ever since it had been turned into The Lab; and it was where Barry and Dale Ladyfingers “worked”.
Barry and Dale were fraternal, siamese twins connected at the lower back and sharing an anus. While complicating matters not inconsequentially, the anus sharing, everything else looked, moved and operated as though there was, in fact, no anus in common- except of course for the act of sitting down; which had to be done on either the floor or a backless bench. Barry and Dale had personally found ottomans, coffee tables and piano benches to be more or less ideal- even if one of them was always facing away from the action during a one-room party or a one table dinner. On the upside however, the standard toilet design was pretty much the unintentional holy grail of anus-sharing lucky breaks in that they usually, thanks to the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), had to have enough room on either side for two people to simultaneously share an anus and a toilet, albeit not a newspaper.
Barry and Dale were also amateur chemists and highly intellectual to the breaking point of functional and had gotten hyper wealthy by the age of thirteen by b2b commercing an ergonomically correct, backless bench that optimized floor layout space per employee when stacked horizontally and vertically so that the weight of one employee propped up the next to ensure that Malaysian sweatshops could get less actual bangs for the consumers buck; and in turn they bought a chemistry book and [chemistry] set and got to work on what would become their next big project (code name: The Exponentialler).
And it is curious to note that, initially, Barry wasn’t nearly as excited about the world of chemistry as was Dale; until of course Dale showed Barry an interesting video where Cherry Coke was made to spew from multiple 2-Liter bottles at once by merely injecting them with The Freshmaker (i.e. Mentos); and they immediately got to work; and they worked tirelessly breaking only every two or so hours for prepared snacks; and then again at 6pm to watch cartoons, catch lightning bugs and then to listen to an original story that their mother would make up- then off to bed.
They shared an anus and a laboratory; they also shared a room. It was the same room that they shared growing up- complete with bunk-beds- and they alternated top and bottom bunk assignments based on a pre-determined monthly schedule; a compromise indeed because Barry was definitely a bottom and Dale definitely a top, but both found it as important as it was challenging to continually expose oneself to situations that make you viscerally uncomfortable for non-life threatening reasons.