Jazz hung in midair for a short amount of time. Then he fell.

He watched as the ground got closer... And closer...

Three days later...

"Wow, I'm almost glad my parachute blew up. If it hadn't, I would have been up here for a few years!"

However, he was desperateley trying to get himself to land safely, and/or make his ears pop. The rapid and severe drop in altitude and increase in pressure was complete torture.

He had tried yawning, chewing bubble gum, blowing through his nose while he pinched, none of which worked.

Now that the ground was three days closer, he had focused on trying to get himself to land safely. He checked his inventory.

He still had -1 pebble, an empty machine gun, 30225 trout, and the Boeing engine.

He didn't think the -1 pebble or gunor engine would help, definitely. He could make himself a cushion out of the trout, but the trout would become angered and blast guts all over Jazz and explode.

Then he thought of the gun he had bought along even when he was just supposed to have a flashlight. He found some TNT ammo. As an experiment, he tried blowing one up under him. His fall slowed for a few seconds, but then he resumed the breakneck speed. The ground couldn't be more than a minute away now...

At just the right moment, Jazz detonated all of his TNT, bringing him to a safe stop on the ground. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at his new surroundings...