I killed Time. Yes, I did. I bought a gun from a guy called Sid, who was standing in an alley smelling of thyme. Wrapped tape on the handle. The soundtrack that played to this scene was by George Frideric Handel. Saraband. I am V the Vagabond. The ruthless leader of no band ... of bandits. Solitary. All alone. No accomplices. Murder is not a secret between three ... two ... one. Bang! Bang! Bang! Dropped the gun in uncovered manhole. No visible trace. No discernible face. The timeless asshole now dead. Bullets his ruthless heart fed. No finger prints. Filed the serial number like they do in Film noir movies. It was fun. Oh yes, it was fun. I killed the mothafucka Time.
The mothafucka Time ... is now dead!