My grandfather was one of a dozen children, and he had I think 8 half siblings too. He always told the story of them being at the dinner table and there was one fried chicken leg left, and everyone had been taught it was rude to take the last piece. Then the lights went out. Everyone took their forks and rushed for the chicken leg in the dark and one of his brothers reached with his hand, and got a couple forks stuck in the back of it lol