Theory Two

It started with a simple enough question: "Ozzie, am I a girl or a boy?"
Ozzie, being the ass that he is says, "I don't raise girls. I only raise men! Don't go pulling any girl stuff on me!"
"But, Janus and Slash said I'm a girl."
"They wouldn't know a girl if one cleaned for them. I want the three of you to be strong men when you grow up, so don't kill each other, but don't be afraid to fight, either."
"Okay." Flea wandered off to go tell her 'siblings' that they were wrong, so there. She never gave it another thought, even when she was fifteen.
"Janus, you bastard, give me my damn towel!"
"Come and get it, 'princess!'" Janus ran through the living room, jumping the couch, and landed on the bed in Slash's room.
"Don't CALL me that!" She yelled.
"What the hell's going on?" Asked Slash, looking up from his drummer magazine.
"Playin' with Flea, that's all." Said Janus with a smirk and holding up the towel.
Flea screamed as she stomped into Slash's room, stark naked and dripping wet. "Take this!" She shook her head violently, much as a dog would, and proceeded to get water on everything in Slash's room: the TV, video game consoles, magazine collection, comic collection, CD's, stereos, everything. Long hair was a beautiful thing.
"NO! Flea! I have really expensive shit in here! Janus, dammit, why did you have to come in here?!"
"No reason." Janus said as he resumed running away from a wet, cold, naked, and pissed-off Flea.