+Artus approaches the street ready to make a small announcement all in fun.

"Good day to you all, this shouldn't take long, but today I am here to speak about the bloodlines of Spike and Melis.

For days upon days for as long as I can remember, these two bloodlines seem to be battling it out to see who can either reproduce the most children, or be seen in the obituaries, maybe even for other reasons. The faces of their sons and daughters can be seen everyday wandering the streets, minding their own business only to end up in the gutter somewhere, one way or another.

What is it they are trying to achieve? Or are they even competing with each other? What is going on? We are forever seeing their children either die or commit suicide. At what point will this madness end? What do you think is going on?"

+Artus wasn't sure what respondents he would get, but he was really curious to see what others thought about the topic at hand.

As he did, Axel hit up the streets and beat the feet till something grabbed his keen.. interest. A topic he'd had thoughts on previously. With a lady friend in toe, he joined the space where Artus' voice was flooding. He took a good look around first, maybe eyeing potential clients, then added his input.

"Well this here is a doozey, a bit of a nut cracker. Like this broad behind me." Axel didn't turn back or point or anything, he just assumed people would notice a prostitute when they saw one.

"She too gets busy with the process of knocking out newborns, little itty bitty versions of herself, who would and could grow up to be bigger and maybe even more profitable versions of even her." Axel nodded, liking what he was saying.

"So in this way, she too is a Spike or Melis. Or even that other family line that's been out here on some elite bullshit, before also hitting the dirt, but only gone momentarily." Axel trailed off topic a moment. "Like a good solid dose of manure to help fertilize these here streets, better off in the ground giving life, than on the streets giving doses of what the fuck, I say."

"But, I'm off topic." Axel recollected his thoughts then quickly moved on. "This lady behind me should probably have a whole fuckn factory of little shits running around. But, we manage it quite effectively at Arizona Club. See, instead of having them string themselves up by shoe laces, or waste a bullet, we use something a bit more effective. It's called contraception. It allows deep penetration yet without the child birth instigation."

Axel then clicked his fingers which prompted Suzie to saunter forward and stand by his side. "So you see what's really going on is the same self whoring. They keep popping out kids, so they've obviously been knocking boots and not using the best method of contraceptive. Then I figure, they realise just how hard it is to be a whore and not turn a profit. So they bite the dust, leaving little miss or mister in foster care without a family or source of income. And the cycle continues."

Axel raised his hand to his mouth and coughed a few times, clearing his throat, as Suzie gave him a pat on the back. The dust from spending so much time at street level made his mouth dry. "I do have a solution though." He continued. "Come work for us at Arizona Club, wherever and whoever you little whores now are. We'll pay you, give you a place to call home and best of all, Lysol. You get the sex, without the nasty after effects.. like death. Problem. Solved."

Axel smirked a little as he looked out at his peers whilst Suzie gave a hearty clap and beaming smile in support.

The comments had been coming back to him now, but they weren't quite what he expected. People were taking his small speech as him being serious when in fact he was just trying to have some fun.

"The pair are so in sync with each other, when one dies, so does the other. Sometimes by the gun and sometimes not, if you look really closely... It almost looks as if they are trying to imitate each other. Even just thinking about the amount of times the pair are reproducing is scary, they must have partners lined up in pairs.

Perhaps I am just looking into it too much..."

fs walked around the corner to hear what Artus had been saying.  He contemplated for a while before deciding to step forward with his conclusions.

This is clearly a case of aliens.  How do we know that either one of them is even a real person, but instead a probe to learn of the ways of our world?  Stick with me here.  Initially they were deployed for long-term research.  You see the aliens figured we wouldn't realize what was going on at first.  So they could get deep-dives in the mafia psyche.  Now that they've been here a few times they've determined short term study is best.

Now the real question is what are they trying to find?!

Listen guys, I know there has been some doubts on my claims.  And I understand.  The thought of extraterrestrial life is a bit out there.  But what you don't understand,  I've found a credible source.  I'd like to introduce you to my leading researcher, who truly believes they must be Aliens.