Sometimes gluttons need special treatment. In Basic Training we were served family style, meaning platters were brought, and passed around. One fat slob from Brooklyn thought it a big joke to take all the food on the platter, so that a mountaineer lad from West Virginia got none. Until the West Virginian with his fork pinned the Brooklyn slob's right hand to the table. How the slob blubbered. C.O. gave him no sympathy.