Poropo waddled back and forth in front of the shop he decided to protect for the night - this shop sold all sorts of antiques and valuable goods with age making them even more collectable than before. Nothing was out of place outside of some illegally obtained goods in the back which did not technically belong to the shop to be sold. These illegal antiques were stolen and resold to the shop knowing full well they were illegal - the shop owner did not seem too thrilled by the prospect of doing totally legal business when the illegal business was earning him much more money in secret.
"Why can they never learn to do legitimate business? Are illegal items so sought after they are worth the trouble of being robbed?" mumbled the monk to himself as he waddled back and forth under a shop lit by a nearby street lamp. The problem was becoming increasingly worse the more Poropo defended these shops, too.
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