Wow... for some reason that totally creeps me out!

Indeed. It's a play on the "killer in the backseat" urban legend (and plot device in an endless array of terrible horror movies). But I would rather meet a swift end at the hands of a random lunatic than spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the the malevolent grin of that crowned freak!

Oh, and nothing makes me want to buy a hamburger less than that souless platic stare. A stiff drink, maybe...