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The Effects of Cocainenuts and Weedanas

Tom sniffed at the cocainenuts, felt himself getting high and smiled.
Jethro had picked up the weedanas and peeled them and the fragrance was overpowering. He danced around the room his long, scarlet hair flowing behind him
“Dude,” Tom mumbled, “Lets go do something.”
Jethro didn’t respond, in fact it seemed he had passed out on the ragged couch in the corner of the room.
“Right…” Tom sniffed as he stood up, ” I’m gonna’ go do somethin’.”

Two to three to four to five hours later

“Dude!” Jethro yelled bewildered,”What the fudgemuffins are you doing!?!”
“I’m tight rope walking, dude!” Tom Sawyer yelled back, inching onto the thin piece of string he had managed throw across (and magically fasten) to the Empire State Bulding from the Eiffel Tower.
“Your gonna’ fall!” Jethro yelled, still dazed from his weedana.

“I ain’t gonna’ fall! I’m Tom Sawyer bitch!!!” Tom yelled back.

He fell.

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