I was there. He stuffed a sandwich into his pants, ate a plate of Jello without paying for it, filled his mouth with mashed potatoes, then came to my table and screamed, "WHAT AM I? A ZIT!" He then punched his own cheeks, spewing potatoes everywhere. Horrifying. I told my therapist about it five years ago.
And when things were at their worst ... He organized a TOGA PARTY!