A disheveled old man explodes into a talent-agent's office exclaiming before the agent can take a breath, "I've just seen the greatest act, you must sign them!" Intrigued, the talent agent asks, "What is this act? You must elaborate." Catching his breath just having run from the show himself, the man begins, "A full family of five walks out on stage and takes a bow. The father steps forward and pulls out a small bullet. His son reveals a small drum providing his father a drum-roll. The father, showing the bullet once more to the bewildered onlookers inserts it into the chamber of a 9mm pistol. He cocks the gun, again showing the crowd the bullet in the chamber."

The mother, obviously very late into a pregnancy, steps forward and immediately begins to disrobe. The daughter and the son step in line behind their mother (the son of course keeping time with his drum). The daughter pulls out several small pieces of ribbon making an elaborate dance of the otherwise quiet and somber show. Their naked mother laying with her legs spread on a makeshift delivery table presents herself for the father. He proceeds to take one more bow, turning in step with the drumroll and upon kneeling before the mother, silence falls upon the entire crowd. "

In one fluid motion of dangerous immediacy, the father draws the 9mm, in a flick of his thumb releasing the safety and firing the one bullet through the unborn, the mother, then his daughter and son."

Visibly shaken and failing to fight off feelings of terror, horror, and immutable thoughts of profit, the talent agent leans forward, "My god, what did they call themselves?"

Standing from his seat, the decrepit old man searched himself for what felt like eons. He reached up and grapsed his hat from his balding head. Staring upward with a stoic tear in one eye and holding the hat to his heart, he laughingly muttered, "The Aristocrats."