As Tom fell he realized that his addiction to cocainenuts and weedanas was his own fault, and, he could over come it if he really wanted to.

Then he landed in the biggest forest of weedana trees, cocainenut bushes, opiumapple trees, and other assorted drugfruits and he forgot all about it.
Tom pranced through his newfound home, picking the herionlilies and sniffing them gleefully. He almost cried in happiness.

The only thing he was missing now was his poor friend, Jethro.
(WARNING: EXTREME POINT -OF-VIEW CHANGE )

At the top of the Empire State Building Jethro cried in disbelief. He had just lost his best friend and his worst influence. Was there any reason to go on? He ran to the edge of the skyscraper, and jumped.

As Jethro fell he realized he didn’t want to die, he wanted to live, in fact he wanted to start over a normal, drug-free life.

Then he landed in the forest and forgot all about his aspirations.

“DUUUUUDDEEE!!!” Jethro howled. Hearing the cry, Tom answered.
“DUUUDDE!”