7 and 3/16 years later, the fat fucking elephant child was less of an elephant child and her name was Consuela. She ran around her house cleaning everything in sight because she had a severe case of OCD and little did she know, she was carrying another disease as well. The doctors couldn't identify it so they told her to "continue living your miserable life until either the disease kills you off or until you rot away in a jail cell from trying to jump the border. Consuela was upset by this information and she waddled home as fast as her fat little Mexican legs could take her. She bursted into the house where her mami and papi were watching gay porn on the tv and said "WHY YOU NO TELL ME I HAVE DISEASE" she then rips her tits out of her l"Dio De Los Muertos band tee and starts moshing violently to get her parents attention, only to be shunned and utterly shit on by both of them. Consuela then goes to her room where she stuffs her fucking face with Fritos and nachos and tamales and (insert Mexican sounding snacks here). She sobs and cries but is enlightened by the sheer smell of citrus lemon every time a tear rolls down her cheek. She has never questioned this odd phenomenon. She thought everybody else's tears and sweat tasted like assorted fruit also. Suddenly, she hears a knock on the door followed by a tiny voice saying "House keeping". "No no no I no need house keeping!" Consuela says with harshness and dispair in her voice. The door handle slowly turns and a tall broad women walks in Consuela's room. She goes to step toward the child but slips on various rainbow dildos scattered across the floor. She gets up and says in a demonic like voice "No no no, you come with me". The lady takes Consuela by the hand and rushes towards the door, only to slip on the dildos once more.
