Sam wakes up and stretches, passes a bit of gas. It makes an
     unusual sound, sort of like "honda". Well, hummm, he says, and
     proceeds to the john; the event occurs again, this time it is
     definitely "honda".

     Proceeding to dress and go to work, he enters the crowded elevator
     and once again farts, with a clearly enunciated "Honda". This
     affliction repeats,

     with the frequency and volume both growing. By the time he arrives
     at his desk, the rest of the office has been treated to several
     "HONDA"'s.

     Deciding that there is definitely something wrong, Sam calls his
     doctor for advice, and is told to come on over. Arriving, he
     quickly is rushed ahead of the waiting room group, who were less
     than charmed by the repeated sounds of "HONDA!!!"

     "What can be the problem, doc?", he asks, raising his voice to be
     heard over the "!!HONDA!!" blasts.

     "Well," says the doc, "I seem to remember reading about this...
     very rare, you know." The doc shuffles through a big book of drug
     advertisements and a handful of articles. "Ah, yes, here it is.
     You must be seen by Doctor Yoshi, in Tokyo."

     "In Japan?" says Sam. "That seems a little "!!!!!HONDA!!!!"
     extreme."

     "Yes, but he is the only one who has experience treating this
     problem." Raising the window, the doc continues, "And I suggest
     you see him quickly.  Shall I make an appointment?"

     "OK, I suppose I better get it treated '! ! H O N D A ! !'", says
     Sam, moving

     near the window and scattering several pigeons.

     The plane ride was actually rather pleasant, as Sam was moved to
     first class and everyone else moved to the back. The frequent
     sounds of " !!!!! H O N D A !!!!! " interrupted the movie, but no
     one thought to open a window, so the time passed without other
     incident. Arriving at Narita, Sam cleared customs in no time, and
     gave the cab driver an instruction sheet to Dr. Yoshi's
     establishment. With every "HHHOOONNNDDDAAA!!!" the cab went
     faster, and in no time they arrived at the small dental office.

     "A dentist?" asked Sam? "What kind of joke is this?"

     Hearing Sam's arrival before he even entered the door, Dr. Yoshi
     appeared with the obligatory slippers in hand. "Hurry, Mr. Sam,
     you get fixed

     up quick like." Bending over to remove his shoes, Sam let fly the
     biggest "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HHOONNDDAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yet. Dr. Yoshi
     hurried him into the chair.

     A quick look into Sam's mouth, and Dr. Yoshi injected a bit of
     zylocane, got out the pliers and pulled a lower molar. Silence
     reigned supreme around the room.

     "My God, Dr. Yoshi! I'm Cured!", said Sam. "How did you ever
     connect the "HONDA" affliction with that tooth?"

     "Ah so," replied Dr. Yoshi. "Very old Nipponese saying". "You may
     even have similar phrase in English."

     "And what is that?", queries Sam.

     Says Dr. Yoshi, "Abscess Makes the Fart go Honda."