[Rodney's definitely here as a spectator and information sponge rather than a combatant. It's amazing what people will say when they're drunk and beat half to hell.]

I guess if you enjoy watching people get their faces beat in. Didn't that hurt? Because it looks like it hurt.

[He squints at the man speaking, and before he can check himself, asks the question he's been wanting to ask one of the fighters all night.]

Why would you do this voluntarily? Is it a testosterone thing? Suppressed rage? Frustration with society turned inward in some sort of warped self-flagellation?