The imovable object It seems some of you liked my earlier story about the ham that cried rape so i thought i might share another of the many fat related issues ive encountered working in security and counter terrorism. Sorry if the link doesnt work, im on mobile and not sure ive done it right. Tldr: eat beast gets committed to pysc ward because its incaplable of understanding that actions have consquences.  My team recieved a call about an incoming service with an aggressive person on board, no weapons sited or anything just alot of yelling and screaming. No further datails give . We send a couple of foot guys round to meet the service and have the cameras covering them. No big deal, just a day in the life for us. The service arrives and there is a stampede just short of panic as everyone attempts to be the first one off. Some people are dabbing themselves with napkins as they leave but no one slows down or says anything. This is odd crowd behaviour and the foot guys get tense, theres concern in the team because we think we havent been told something vital. (This service has a history of not giving enough info when they have situations, which has lead to some needlessly close  calls) Its quite for a few seconds then out staggers a wild eat beast with 3 service staff following. The beasts hands are covered in food and it is screaching like its dying. As soon as it steps off the service it collapses on the ground making harsh panting noises. This thing was about 5 foot even and im thinking about 250lb. Hair is short and its wearing a my little pony shirt. The guess the gender level is 'why bother, god is clearly dead and this thing ate his corpse'. We all assume the thing is dying. I order the AED deployed and an ambulance called, everyone drops into medical emergancy procedures like the professionals they are, shit is under control. Foot guy 1 is all over it, gloves snapped on, resusitation mask is out, first aid is going to happen. Step one... foot guy 1 checks for a response "miss? can you hear me?" As he shakes its shoulder. And it reeeeeesponds "i didnt fucking say you could touch me". Foot guy 1 recoils in horror and confusion. This occurs while the service staff are in the process of telling foot guy two the beast threw a fit over the fact that they did not having a specific snack it wanted. It yelled, screamed and threw the contents of the snack cart around hitting a number of other passengers. Service staff want us to assist with detaining it until police arrive to take it away, because charges will be pressed. The beast was made aware that it would be detained on arrival and decided it would protest by laying on the ground and refusing to leave, it became triggered when it realised it had to go outside to do this as it could not lay down in the isles due to its curves. So my guys and service staff form a barrier around the beast and await police. It reeeeefuses to stand for them either. eventuallly shit lord cop decides hes too old for this shit and organises for an ambulance so it can be committed on psyc grounds.... suddently it wants to stand. Everyone is sick of its shit, (keep in mind all this takes time, we are now over an hour into this thing laying on the ground) so police insist it gets commited for observation anyway. It was kept in observation for 4 days then diagnosed as being a fuck wit, charges were pressed and it was banned from the service and the site.