Tweed, *G*. Yea but verily Amos Also Sezeth: Gases Dissipate. Therefore Mr. 'Spaw sir, wuz you ever been Dissipated? Like before your tidal bulges went down?? The trillions of centers of Mass are ended; let us go in pieces.

Alright already, A.! So I bow to the Math. So we can't be tidal. When yer right yer right. Apparently we aren't even lunar ticks, per the statisticks. Pfui.

(Pooka pops down quantumrabbit wormhole -- to you, more's the pity, frozen forever at the event horizon, just before the tidal forces separate his puns [shaddap] into macrocosmic macaroni. Macaronic. Whatever. Singular.)