Jolly Green Giant used to be less giant, more scary.

(click ad from the 1950s, via) "There's our man." And, judging by his maniacal face, he looks like he's about to blow a fucking gasket from all the stupid questions he fields about vegetables and skin pigmentation. And, momentarily, he's going to start picking up those cans of peas and niblets and begin firing them at shoppers, breaking some kids' limbs and decapitating some Moms. Ho Ho Ho, fuckers. There were several versions of JGG in the 50s—all scary as fuck.