[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEvyrxPbk7zLyD_2_b/Inmate-Number-1-Movie-Danny-Trejo-Documentary.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	Between the domestically skilled hands of the remaining abuelitas and the multitude of harsh cleaning products that Caesar had brought up with him, the group of in-over-their-heads Mexicans began to make something that resembled headway in the mass decontamination of little Illiam Gonzalez. And the ten-foot radius around him. Yes, when that boy decided to wreck a pair of shorts, there was really nothing to be done but duck, cover, and believe in the healing power of prayer. Caesar was duly impressed with the boy's handiwork, though he was just a little sad that this couldn't adversely affect the kid's biological father. 

	A couple of times during this struggle of Man vs. Brown, Thalia had the idea that she might be up front about the existence of the flash drive and read Caesar in. Her father seemed to know when this feeling crept up, gave her a glare and a single shake of the head, and continued tending to his grandnephew. When it came down to it, she knew the truth of this little gift from Alicia. Proper eyes only, at least at first. It would be worth it. Plus, it was her last request of her Prima; Thalia couldn't just refuse. Caesar had enough on his plate right now anyway. All in good time; maybe she would learn something valuable to the old man. Besides, if what was overheard was correct, his personal guests were leaving very early. So they kept up the mighty battle against the forces of colonic evil, five pair of hands working from the outside going in, armed with the best disinfectants, bleach, and hardware money could buy. 

	A they neared the end of the great conflict, Thalia took it upon herself to draw a quick bath. Liam first, with a small amount of water in the tub, then definitely herself after. There was still a viewing taking place, and it would not do to look and smell like she fell into the Diaperswamp for the occasion.