Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!
Why not just kill them? I'll do it! I'll run up to Paris - bam, bam, bam, bam. I'm back before week's end. We spend the treasure. How is this a bad plan?
With two of us digging, we can cover twice the ground. It'll only take us, oh... 8 years to reach the outer wall.
Ohh... and does something else demand your time? Some pressing appointment, perhaps?
Dont pop a blood vessel you little penis.