"Heyyy, buddy! Don't freak out on us...we didn't expect to meet too many people out here, and we're just enjoying the nice day...we cool? Cool. Just don't wanna get arrested for indecent exposure or anything.
Oh yeah, our udder-boob-things? You noticed that? Believe me, we noticed too. I was reading around online earlier, I guess everyone who develops this condition transforms slightly differently...they might even stay like this and never fully merge, which would be kind of uncomfortable. We might have to rig up some kind of...belt-bra thing...maybe someone's already figured that out, I should check. Anyway, we're twins, so we were both genetically disposed to have this happen in the same way at about the same time, and sure enough. Biggest loss is the hands...but what're we supposed to do? Just gotta deal with it one day at a time.
Nice meeting you. Thanks for not giving us a hard time about having our tits out, haha. Actually...screw it, you want my phone number? We should totally get coffee sometime."