When I was locked up in the psyche ward for 8 months my fellow patients would occasionally flip out and lose control and start breaking stuff and attacking other patients. It was very infrequent but it happened. When that happened, the nearest staff person would scream “staff” and every staff member in the vicinity would run over and dogpile on the unfortunate individual until he quit fighting. Sometimes they did something that would crack me up and make me feel sad at the same time. They used to bring out a big net and toss it over the person. It’s tragically sad and funny at the same time.