[The monkey wastes little time in relieving the collar of its shiny, shiny pins, and promptly tucks them away into the vest, satisfied in a job well done.
And then stops dead in his tracks as one (1) irritated street-rat looms over him.]
"Abu, what are you doing?"
[Chitter squeak? The monkey grins sheepishly and shrugs.]
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And then stops dead in his tracks as one (1) irritated street-rat looms over him.]
"Abu, what are you doing?"
[Chitter squeak? The monkey grins sheepishly and shrugs.]