remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Evey Hammond : Oh. Right. V : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. V : Voil! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. [ carves "V" into poster on wall ] V : 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. V : [ giggles ] V : Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. Evey Hammond : Are you, like, a crazy person? V : I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with? Evey Hammond : I'm Evey. V : Evey? E-V. Of course you are. Evey Hammond : What does that mean? V : It means that I, like God, do not play with