Flurry of V's

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Woman: Who are you?

Man: Who? Who is but the form following the function of "what", and what i am is a man in a mask.

Woman: Well i can see that.

Man: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, i'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Woman: Oh... right.

Man: But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.

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Man: Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant, vanished.

Man: However, this valorous visitation, of a by-gone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of violation!

Man: The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Man: (laughs)

Man: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

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Woman: Are you like a crazy person?

V: I'm quite sure they will say so. But to whom i might ask i am speaking?

Woman: I'm Evey.

V: Evey? e..V. Of course you are.

Evey: What does that mean?

V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.

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This is fantastic. I wish to talk like that.