Blech, you all can keep it. Just let me do enough to be useful, but not too useful, give me my money, and go away. Feel free to bash each other's brains in for

Blech, you all can keep it. Just let me do enough to be useful, but not too useful, give me my money, and go away. Feel free to bash each other's brains in for a chance at imaginary glory when I am at a safe remove. As an American, if I am in love with battle, then it would be the sort of battle where the guy makes a big blustery show, charges toward me, and trips over my foot.