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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