Even bad guys need to cry and this baddie has so much pent up frustration to release. My nose runs and so does my makeup, authentic tears hitting my sweater featuring sniffling nose. They're always saying "one two, Freddys cumming for you," but they never ask HOW Freddy is doing! Well today has been one of those days so join me as I cry and then clean myself up to get back to work. Nightmares aren't gonna haunt themselves.