"You crazy Sheenan?! that's some illegal shite right there!" 

Cried Conor O'Connor throwing the group into a roaring laughter. They all liked his sarcastic sense of humor, or at least that's what he thought. He realized his lighter was out of gas after trying to light his eighth's cigarette for the evening to no avail. It made him a tad bit agitated. There was a ringing truth to Kelly's words, felt Conor. [i]It was about time the Irish earned some respect in this city.[/i] He thought.

"Tell ya'll what i think?" Conor lowered his voice while most of the group was still recovering from the joke. "I say we rob his arse; Let him go empty-handed to whomever is his boss. Then we could sit and wait for the bigger fish to come to us" 

They all nodded their heads eager to get on with it while Conor stood up and cried to the guy sitting by the wall.

"Hey! misty-pants! long way from home ar'ya?"

[i] Maybe the guy happens to have a lighter on him as well[/i], Conor was suddenly optimistic. He felt a surge of life in him he hadn't felt in years.