Screaming children. Impatient demanding parents. The buzz and chaos of shopping centers. Itchy, overheated. Slowly slipping away into a dark lonely maddness in the middle of the mall.
It's the same concept that makes clowns scary. Exactly what type of deranged thoughts might be brewing behind the whiskers? What dark, hidden secrets lie within the poor soul imprisoned inside the costume? What peers from the vacant eye holes of these seemingly innocent bunnies?
Under paid. Under appreciated. Cold. Calculated. Emotionless. Silent.
Why must you grin at me like so Easter Bunny?
Blasted fluffy white hell.
It's only a little time before one snaps.