C.C.:
[getting excited -- she's good at that]
... Niles, I think I'm going to faint. Catch me.
[He stands a few yards away and idly holds out his hands while she topples to the floor with a tremendous thud. Then he strides up and stands over her, with his thumb and forefinger slightly apart]
Niles:
...Missed you by *that much*. Sorry.
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