This is after Daltrey had been eating a few minutes. The flinging is way worse when he first starts — I usually have to empty pellets out of my shoes. Mr. Fry calls it his tic. Part of the reason the Cafeteria Lady has a job is that if I put all his food in the pan at once, he'll fling 98 percent of it. He does this even if the food is in a bucket. The less food in the pan at one time, the more that stays there, so I dole out bits at a time. Note all the food on the rim of the tire and on the ground around it. When the bucket is empty and the pan is empty (for the last time), he and Jaz pick every last pellet from the sand. They're not the poster boys for Sand Clear, but they should be.