"Okay" said the doctor, "You're free to go." Glorb's eyes got all watery and wobbly and puppy-like. "F...free?" Glorb slowly hobbled out of the rehab clinic, free from his leaf addiction. However, the doctor ran back to him. "Glorb, wait. I was looking at your chart...it appears all that medicinal cocaine we gave you has ruptured your upper spancrius ganklia. You have approximately four seconds to live." And, four seconds later, Glorb was hit by a truck.
Meanwhile, in Great Britain...