The CareBears disrespectfully decline. Accepting such a challenge would be silly considering we're largely non-fighters, which by now we all realize makes people like us inferior to the might that is \"Sajora\" in your feeble and clearly one-tracked mind. You are just an -ugly- person. Not physically, mind you.

Your entire guild is filled with arrogant, elitist, and sad bullies who need to degrade others so that you can feel better about yourselves. I pity you, really.

You'll never know a real friendship here because, clearly, no one actually -likes- any of you. You fight well, so they tolerate you. The return of a few of you was followed by, get this, an Avalon-wide eye roll because you make the land miserable. Pat yourself on the back for that.

You can't squash the Brigands. People like me exist -because- of people like you and Pahn and all the other meat heads that are only tolerated by whichever city you live in because you fight. It's shallow and laughable.

The Brigands know true brotherhood because we face adversity everyday. We are a motley bunch but we carve our path and will -never- walk yours. We have no desire to because we don't ever want to be anything like you and your kind.

Also, nanny boo boo, stick your head in doo doo.

Picks-a-Lot Bear Lightfingers!

Written by my hand on the 24th of Eleuthral, in the year 1317.