Crixus and Spartacus (which, of course, wasn't really his name, but nobody knew what it was) were having a chinwag over their bowls of gruel.
"Don't you ever get tired of all this fighting?" asked Spartacus.
"No, not really," said Crixus.
"But its just fight, fight, fight all the time."
"There's quite a lot of boobs, too," objected Crixus.
"Yeah, boobs are great," mused Spartacus. "But don't you sometimes crave more intellectual pursuits?"
"No, not really."
"Oh. Just me then."
"Awkward!" said the blonde one.
They finished their meal in silence.