Let's imagine for one second that we don't talk about Spoony. My fiance or my mother (god rest both their souls) used to make food that i didn't like at all. But i still ate it, all of it. "You don't want to eat what's on the table? Great, you can go on a hunger strike for all I care!" That's what my father used to say, and that's a great lesson in life. But that doesn't mean that i'm a manchild, for hating certain types of food, or because i don't particularly like someone's cooking. Nor it means that i love junk food. It's just a matter of taste. Hate it or love it i'll still eat it. Now, getting back to Spoony, if I was his mother or his girlfriend i would've said "Hey, buddy, you don't want to eat what i cooked for you? Perfect. Next time, cook it yourself. Until then, you can starve yourself for as much as you like". And thinking how everything around him is awful and covered in pus since 2012 i wouldn't be surprised, after such a talk, if he was found comatose in his bed with vultures pecking his body. That's why when you're a kid, an ass-whooping does miracles.