Because I love Dhalsim:

D: The village is in trouble again! Although it goes against my peaceful principles, once more I will fight in the World Warrior Tournament and bring back the prize money.

V: Oh, Dhalsim, you needn't go against your vow of non-violence. Let us find some other means by which to save our village.

D: No. There is no time. I am afraid it is the only way.

V: But, Dhalsim, yoga has become very popular in the West. Why not offer yoga seminars? Surely, Westerners would flock to learn from such a disciplined master as yourself, and they could afford to pay handsomely too.

D: Ah, no. To accept money for instruction in yoga would debase my practice. I could not do that. Sadly, fighting, awful as it is, is the only way...

V: But, Dhalsim, organic and fair-trade goods are all the rage now. Why not organize our citizens to produce textiles and foodstuffs that we could sell to other nations at a fair price through one of many charitable organizations? Here are some informational brochures. They offer very generous start-up packages and assist with business infrastructure. Look...

D: Again, no. That would rob us of our innocence, make us into profit-seekers, when really we are just simple folk. Much better if I took this matter upon myself, grave as it is, to fight, fight, fight in the tournament...

V: But, Dhalsim, why not consider other options before ...

D: No! If there were a better solution than fighting, than deplorable, wretched, hateful, bloody, bare-fisted fighting, do you not think that I, Dhalsim, yogic master and confirmed pacifist, would already have thought of it? Now, enough! I must go and...

V: But, Dhalsim...

D: STFU! YOGA FLAME!

[Dhalsim hightails it out of the village and first-classes to Brazil, yearning to rain vengeful noogies down upon the jungle freak who electrocuted him last year.]