"It doesn't make financial sense, you know, and won't make us any either" said Mr. 3.
"What?" Lucky Roo was caught off-guard by his opponent's nonstop yammering. They had been standing in the middle of the arena for about ten minutes now and all this idiot had done was talk. He hadn't made a threatening move or even said a harsh word yet and attacking him would seem… well, unfair. It's one thing to cap a guy in the head who was threatening a mate or talking trash, but this guy, well, all he ever talked about was money.
"Cents. There's no profit to us fighting as we don't get a cut of the gate" Mr. 3 paused; he was finally getting through to his opponent, who had previously responded to his lectures by ignoring them in favor of drinking. "Look how many people are in the stands; why should the people running this place get rich off of our work? Again, there's no profit to it."
"Fighting isn't always about money though" Roo responded. "Sometimes it's about sticking up for people or even just for fun. That's what a pirate is after all."
"Fun? Now that's just talking crazy; a man's first inclination should always be towards saving himself and for himself."
Lucky Roo thought for a second and then said...