Frodo: *whispering* Strider, is it just me, or has Naz gotten eerily silent as of late..?
Aragorn: She's fading. It's all about that .00000000000003 miles distance she's got. It's not much bigger than an atomic unit.
Pip: How does a ranger know about atomic units?
Aragorn: I WAS raised in Rivendell, I'm not your average ignorant moron.
Pip: Next you'll tell me she's phase-shifted into another dimension. Have you been watching Star Trek lately?
Aragorn: Watch it or they'll delete your post.
Frodo: .00000000000003 miles, eh? I'm beginning to feel a little... thin. How thin does overscraped butter get, anyway?
Aragorn: About that thin, at least by the time you turn nto a wraith.
*Naz fades gracefully and elegantly in and out by exactly .00000000000003 miles distance
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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