mister gallant … the homosexual who just wouldn’t shut up. a slam of her cane into the concrete floor and venable found herself fighting back the urge to smack him across that childish face of his. hit him, hurt him —- anything to restore peace and quietness. ❝ jesus christ, what is wrong with you people? try to find some dignity in the situation, as messed up as it may be. ❞ her tone was harsh, cold and downright dangerous as miss venable’s long nails clicked against the cane in her hand. eyes always watchful, searching for any signs of weakness she could use against the purple standing before her. ❝ piss me off and you’ll spend the next eighteen months wishing you had died in the blast. ❞