Ciabattaaaarrrrggghhhhh

I don't know about you guys, but the Jack in the Box guy freaks me out. Not in the sense that I'm actually scared of him, oh no. But seriously, if this guy approached you, even in broad daylight, wouldn't it be a little weird? I'm convinced that the whole suit-and-tie get-up is just a sham--like the round head, it's all just a cover-up for the hideous, unspeakable monster beneath. The voice you hear on the commercials has to be dubbed in post-shooting. The only voice that I can imagine coming from behind that pristine sphere would sound like an open mausoleum as the hushed screams of a million tortured souls rushed past your ears. This guy doesn't want to take your order folks, he wants to take your soul.

Beware the Ciabatta.