"Good people think we're lost in the desert, wandering souls who don't know what's good for them. They think we're just a bunch of kids lost in the big city. They think we need to be taken care of, that we need parents, guardians; that we're dirty, dumb and derelict. Well, they're wrong about one thing: we sureazshit ain't dumb. Now they think something's wrong; failure rates out of variance. Food spoilage rates don't follow standard distribution. They think there's a few rogue Mudkips with violent tendencies." Do you liek Mudkips?