Fight! Fight! Fight!

I was reminded to day of a friend of ours when Irene and I were still in college. We were already married and we had some friends that were engaged and now have been married for about ten years. At the time, we would all four go out together to eat dinner or see a movie or just, whatever. As was typical of that time also, Irene and I would have small disagreements and, sometimes, not as small disagreements. This would happen with our friends sitting in the backseat. Our friend, Brian (a.k.a.-The Goat), thought these skirmishes were funny and would consistently interject, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" This usually resulted in an immediate difusion of the situation. I always appreciated that, especially because I win very few arguments. This usually left it at a "draw".