History Awesome / VforVendetta

* V meeting the bishop. Only here, instead of the off-panel death of the comics, we get V kicking a solid wooden door down and in the process shattering it into so many splinters with an accompanying guitar riff. Followed by Lilliman trying to dispatch V with a gold-plated, engraved Beretta 1919, (hidden in a cut-out of his bible of course), only for V to FlashStep the shot ''up close'' and get the pedophile priest in a joint-manipulation lock from the wrist; breaking probably every bone the dirty old man has in his arm. V fittingly giving him a post-mortem eulogy via a quotation from Shakespeare's Richard III is just gravy at this point.

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. [AsTheGoodBookSays Well done, thou good and faithful servant.]] Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicOfTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicOfTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

** You forgot the best part: "Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... Beneath this mask, there is ''an idea'', Mr. Creedy... and ''ideas. Are. Bulletproof.''" ''(NeckLift, NeckSnap)''

* In one of the bonus comics, it focuses on a nameless doorman working at a hotel. The only job he has is to open the door for anyone going in or coming out, and salute them. He's next to invisible to everyone. One night he looks into the hotel to see V running for the door with pursuers hot on his tail. If the doorman barricades the door for even a second, V's as good as caught. Instead, the doorman does his job. He opens the door for a man coming out and salute's the passer-by. V even takes the moment to look at his saviour as he passes.

** The crowner? This event gave the necessary push for a full-scale revolution!

* One of the corrupt policemen gun down a child for wearing a V mask. An angry mob shows up and one guy beats the bastard's head in with a wrench.

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''[[SuddenlyShouting NO!]]'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

* V escaping from prison with self-made explosives derived from fertilizer. MacGyver himself could not have topped that one.

* Gordon gets one with his sketch lampooning Sutler. Awesomeness is to be expected when StephenFry is present.

-->'''V:''' [[TheRollingStones Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.]]

* The telecommunication hack and V addressing the whole of Britain over the box. All the while, Fascist government goons are about to kick the door in. V is unconcerned and [[TheReasonYouSuckSpeech goes on an emotional tirade]] against what's left of humanity; ''[[YouAreBetterThanYouThinkYouAre daring]]'' them to do better.

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''NO!'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was ''' ''NO!'' ''' You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer and asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with [[ANuclearError dangerous and unproven machines.]] You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was '''NO'''! You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer and asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicofTyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayOfTheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them? it was ''you''! ''You'' who appointed these people! ''You'' who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have ''encouraged'' these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with dangerous and unproven machines. You could have ''stopped'' them. All you had to say was '''NO'''! You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer and asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... [[BaitAndSwitch You're fired.]] That will be all. [[MagnificentBastard You may return to your labours.]]

* The telecommunication hack and V addressing the whole of Britain over the box. All the while, Fascist government goons are about to kick the door in. V is unconcerned and goes on an emotional tirade against what's left of humanity; ''[[YouAreBetterThanYouThinkYouAre daring]]'' them to do better.
-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... [[TranquilFury The one you shouldn't hurt at all.]] And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites, what are they to make of it? What are they to make of [[TheBully your bullying]], [[StrawNihilist your despair]], [[DirtyCoward your cowardice]] [[HumansAreBastards and all your fondly nurtured bigotries?]] Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either... Though, to be sure, the management is ''[[PeoplesRepublicoftyranny very]]'' bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The management is ''[[DayoftheJackboot terrible]]''! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who ''elected'' them?

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old timer. A ''jolly'' impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... Well, to be frank, we've had our problems, too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to ''get on'' with the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any ''real'' responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... [[RefusedTheCall We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down.]] "I couldn't handle the work, guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank, you're not ''trying'', are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work... And I might add, in your general standard of behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I really didn't want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drills... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love... The one you shouldn't hurt at all.

* The telecommunication hack and V addressing the whole of Britain over the box. All the while, government goons are about to kick the door in. V is unconcerned and goes on an emotional tirade against what's left of humanity; ''[[YouAreBetterThanYouThinkYouAre daring]]'' them to do better.
-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions you've made to the company...

* The fact that V somehow creates the Shadow Gallery deep within the bowels of the London Underground and stores not only all the computing powers of a FAITH twin system in which he can ''tap into and control all aspects of the fascist government's surveillance;'' but also [[CastALightIntoTheFuture accrue a vast collection of banned ancient culture]] in the form of music records and a gigantic renaissance library to preserve for subsequent generations when his anarchistic violence is no longer necessary.

-->'''V:''' I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and... And I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you ''go''. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! my word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively." I recall my exact words: "there's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster." I said, smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since ''then'', haven't we?