It happens more than I'd like to admit. The needles drop below the critical mass needed to hold my molecules together. They slowly drift apart, appearing to others as an earthy haze, like a visible fart. If unchecked, the cloud spreads, becomes transparent. People walking through it experience a vague feeling of uneasiness. Today, fortunately, the prospect of drawing nakeys pings the gauges, and I coalesce. I've been advised that I could make a few bucks by doing this as a parlor trick, but I have no parlor. I'm not entirely sure what a parlor is.