And then the moment passed, and the sheer force of the barely-restrained snort overwhelmed any effort at holding it back. He snorted, and then a snort turned to a chuckle, a chuckle swiftly dissolving into a deep belly laugh, and before long, he was wheezing, tears streaming down his face.

The whole situation was so absurd, so surreal, that Vimes couldn't think of what else to do. He did, however, catch his breath after a minute, sporting the sort of grin that, if it were the shit-eating type, would have had Ankh-Morpork shining inside an hour. "No, no, carry on. I think you were at the bit where this one-" he gestured at Starscream- "was frozen."

He sank, unceremoniously, into the pool, fumbling for his cigar case as he sat down. Probably he wouldn't get any entertainment that could possibly be better than this, inside.