Rick would back down rather than fight, even if he was right, which he usually was. It bothered him more to argue than to prove himself right, and he'd rather ignore an annoyance than lash out. He also enjoyed watching human behavior. Basically, you're either the observer or the observed when it comes to a fight. It's damned hard to be in the thick of it, then back away and try to be somewhat objective in figuring out just what's going on.

I really don't come here to argue, to engage in pissing contests, or to sally forth holding high the mighty sword of Justice and Right, do Constante (for Lo, it can never die, only be Reborn at Mudcat, for existeth in plentitoode, doth it not, in the Reale Worlde?) Battle with the Evil Lord of Ism, against alle Foes, Foriegn and Domestique, and Maketh Pretty Damme sure You All Cheque out My white Knight Armour which doth make my Butt looketh small and Firme, and blahblahblah...

Where was I? Oh yeah, I don't come here to argue because fun is more important and I have no attention span and I frequently forget who I should be arguing with or why and I don't care anyway because if I did, I'd use more periods, because, while I can write so that everything follows logically (to me, anyway) some people might object to sentences that go on for a paragraph or two.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I've met some nice people here. While some folks are the way they sound here, I think many people are nicer in person than they are at Mudcat. If they aren't, it means there are a lot more computers in prisons than I would have imagined.