[ Stone and you where hidden behind a brick wall as he spat out the finished cigarette on the cracke concrete. ]

Stone : " Alright, here the plan. You dostract the man seeking bread over there by saying you've got no money and will pay him back some other day, while I fill this bag with whatever I can grab. "

[ he glared at you breifly ]

Stone : " Got it, ya'? "

[ the grumpy emo reassured his statement was clear, no screw ups. ]