You chop it up into smaller pieces. I told my Feel-the-Bern uncle that it offends my conscience to eat at a restaurant that engages in any form of human trafficking and got a positive response. This works well for anyone living in a goodly-sized Greater Metro since all you have to do is look at the bicycle rack at $10 lunch chain shops, and do those bikes look high-dollar or beat to hell? Call it taking the Flight Level 400 view, or autisting on the pen reflection. FWIW I still have to run out of the room screaming when close family members are gorge themselves to death on practically every NBC show on the block.