"I prefer to defer to Steve on that," you punt.
You both look to Steve. He snorts.
"Bait," it's decided. "Y'all're gonna ride straight through them torch boys. Don't worry. They'll scatter like a buncha chickens. Grab you up sumthin' of theirs. When they start to chasin', y'all head 'em my way."
"And then?" you almost hesitate to ask.
"Just leave 'em to me."
You and Steve race off and plunge into the mob at top speed. As predicted, they panic and flee. In the chaos, you reach down and grab