cut (a work of pure fiction)
snip.....snip......breathe in.....snip...snip......there is a mess growing at your feet. you know someone is going to have to clean this up. a year ago you were driving along with a lung full of smoke. this was the last thing on your mind. this is the last thing you could have imagined. it's not like it's the first time, though. you are breathing a little faster. snip. snip. snip. what you are experiencing is a total loss of control. it's a miracle that nobody is dead yet. your hand starts shaking. you would smoke a cigarette, but you just quit smoking. so you know, that's not "like" you. so that there is no confusion, i'm a little worried. it was never this bad before. it was never this much. we're a little worried. ever since you took control, ever since you won the 51% of the company, "things" have been going down hill. until "something" changes, we're assuming control again. until you get better, you can be our silent partner.
(silence)
snip. snip. snip. you're going to need to get something to clean this up. no one can see you like this. no one can see this place until you clean up this bloody mess.