Valerie vented in various ways about Victor and his vexing violin. Victor was no virtuoso. His violin screeches veered through the ventilation and vroomed onto her veranda. Her vegetables lost their vigor and a virusveined through their stems. She tried vague suggestions, and then verbose but Victor was vacuous. Finally, she notified the valet, and then the village, but Victor vast variety of verse via violin was voracious. Her volatility piqued. She veered her vehicle vitriolically through Victor's visiting room.
Valerie's victory was in vain. Victor was a vampire whose vivacity focused on her vitals. She had just volunteered.