There were, of course, already calls flooding in about the sudden upswing in Dwarf-sized, bow and arrow wielding winged men firing at innocent bystanders in the name of 'love'. Descriptions were taken, tickets written out, arrests made until there was a jail cell full of them.

One unfortunate incident involving Ralph and another trooper had Vimes retreating to his office by midday. There were just some things a commanding officer did not need to see. Ever.

So, for now, he was actually making an attempt at paperwork as he pointedly ignored the alleged 'Cupid' perched on a filing cabinet with its bow drawn in hopes of making a love connection with Vimes and the next person to enter the office. "Hate to see what would happen if that went off," Vimes said, not glancing up from his work. "Someone's apt to get hurt."

The who in that was left up to the imagination of the now slightly nervous Cupid.