"Can I shout 'hurrah' again?"

Am I proud out of my mind? Hell, yeah. Today has been the best day. I get the SAT out of the way... I no longer have a research paper to worry about... I'm going to a birthday slumber party for Nancy in a few minutes... I got the second Moulin Rouge CD... and I get to CG for the first time in what seems like months! I finally finished the Vimes thing! Hurrah! Go me.

I really like the background, for some reason. It isn't even a real background! It's just there, eliminating any annoying white space. But I still like it. You wouldn't believe how many coats it took until I was satisfied. If it were an actual painting, the paint would be several inches thick. I also love the kid's teeth. And the bottom part of Vimes' shirt. Hell, I like it all. The flag says "Ankh-Morpork", for your reference.

Here's the passage, in case you were curious:

By Vimes's side a small child waved a flag hesitantly and shouted "Hurrah".
Then everything went quiet.
Vimes bent down.
"I think you should be going home," he said.
The child squinted up at him.
"Are you a Watch man?" it said.
"No," said Vimes. "And yes."
"What happened to the king, Watch man?"
"Er. I think he's gone off for a rest," said Vimes.
"My auntie said I shouldn't talk to Watch men," said the child.
"Do you think it might be a good idea to go home and tell her how obedient you've been, then?" said Vimes.
"My auntie said, if I was naughty, she'd put me on the roof and call the dragon," said the child, conver-sationally. "My auntie said it eats you all up starting with the legs, so's you can see what's happening."
"Why don't you go home and tell your auntie she's acting in the best traditions of Ankh-Morpork child-rearing?" said Vimes. "Go on. Run along."
"It crunches up all your bones," said the child hap-pily. "And when it gets to your head, it-"
"Look, it's up there!" shouted Vimes. "The great big dragon that crunches you up! Now go home!"
The child looked up at the thing perched on the crip-pled dais.
"I haven't seen it crunch anyone yet," it com-plained.
"Push off or you'll feel the back of my hand," said Vimes.
This seemed to fit the bill. The child nodded understandingly.
"Right. Can I shout hurrah again?"
"If you like," said Vimes.
"Hurrah."
So much for community policing, Vimes thought.