I used to go berserk when I was a girl. Strict orders, insults, injustice. All triggers for me to cause a bloodbath of legendary measures. The worst was the order to eat something that looked and tasted disgusting for me. I once bite off a piece of my plate and spit the shard on the table to make it absolutely clear I would never eat this rotten piece of meat. Which I didn't. From there on they tried to convince me with sweet talk rather than with threats and bullying. To no avail. One person tried to put some disgusting food between my teeth and force feed me that way, but little as I was I knew perfectly well that it is silly to put a finger between the teeth of an enemy who will fight until death. And so it was. A bloody disaster. I feel I must have wasted much of my childhood energy on fighting for the freedom to not eat what they tried to stuff me up with.