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Women, money, and frosted flakes. Seriously, he could not get enough of the sugary goodness that was Tony the Tiger's Frosted Flakes, that was almost all he ate for breakfast lunch and dinner. If any one were to tell Freddy that he could not have Frosted Flakes, he would go absolutely berserk, assaulting them with whatever he could get his hands on, in the case of Freddy's mother it happened to be the leg of a decorative table he had broken during his last rampage.
Following the violent murder of Freddy's mother, Freddy was sent away to Handsome Harry's Happy farm to be rehabilitated. While there Freddy underwent treatment so cruel and vile that it turned his brain to mush, and as he lie there covered in his own waste, he watched. Watched as his captors poured themselves a nice tasty bowl of Frosted Flakes.
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