When I was 7 or 8, some friends tried to convince me to watch A Nightmare On Elm Street. I ran home terrified before it even got started. But for some reason I'd misinterpreted something on the video and was under the impression that Freddy got his demonic powers from having a bath in baked beans. This image filled me with more dread than a hundred tongue phones or exploding Johnny Depps.
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