Two headed Argent...wait a second, WHAT?!

"Well...Argent has a bit of a problem," Raven confessed. I raised an eyebrow. "What problem?" I figured she might be a cutter or something...I mean the thing on her chest suggested it. If so, there was no way I was ordering THAT model. That's just...disquieting.

"She's got two heads," Raven bluntly stated. I waited for her to explain that one. Surely she meant in some sort of metaphysical sense... Raven just looked back at me. "...you're going to have to explain this one to me. She has two heads?" "Yes, two heads. Genetic manipluating bastard did a number on her." Raven shook her head. "It took her a while to get over it," Raven sighed.

"...which head had to get over it?" "The right one. The left one is happier because it's dumber. The brain didn't develop right, so it's a cheerful, dimwitted version of Argent. Now Argent kind of views her as a younger sister," Raven told me. I whistled. "That's just weird," I mumbled. Raven snickered. "You haven't seen them make out." "I thought you said she thought of it as a younger sister." Raven waved a finger. "But it's NOT. It's herself, so that's just another method of masturbation." Weird...but it was also kind of kinky. I had to think about this... And for that matter, who put this version of Argent in my Raven's memory?