Well imagine, if you would, walking along the city streets late one night. Most of the streets are deserted , and you can hear your own footsteps echoing off the nearby buildings, but the general atmosphere is otherwise quite pleasant.
Suddenly, as you turn a corner, and there...
it is, as if waiting just for
you, staring up at you with those...those adorably vacant blue eyes and that...that
grin. It slouches in its cute little sailor dress like it has all the time in the world to complete whatever task it has been set.
"Bonjour," it says, in the sweetest of tones, before it
RIPS YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF.
And that's what sort of imagery that picture evokes.