I was brushing up on some of my Greek legends, so I was reading
the first book of the Iliad.
The fighters are arguing about loot. Seriously.
"Are you to keep your own prize, while I sit tamely under my loss and give up the girl at your bidding?"
Translation: "Why shouldn't I bid on this item? I don't care if someone else wants it. Everyone else has something."
"Never when the Achaeans sack any rich city of the Trojans do I receive so good a prize as you do, though it is my hands that do the better part of the fighting."
Translation: "Look, you just sat on your hands. I'm the one out there taking the damage and getting the repair bills, and you still get better loot than I do."
"Fly if you will, I shall make you no prayers to stay you."
Translation: "Fine, leave the instance. I don't care. I can find another group."
This was an oddly comforting discovery. :)