[ William huffed, disbelieving. A stress reliever. The easiest, and worst way out—and what did he even have to be stressed about? Nothing had changed. They were working hard, long hours, but it was something they enjoyed. He'd thought Albert was above this kind of thing. He really had. ]

Learn to handle it without inhaling tar, asshole. Do breathing exercises. See a psychiatrist!

[ Or just go ahead and go shoot yourself behind the mansion right now so I don't have to watch it happen slowly. ]

You wouldn't have gotten into this line of work to begin with if you weren't able to handle it.