a disorder whereby a person has recurring thoughts about breaking wind in crowded and, often times, confined places (This is a dangerous
situation in which the person in question is on the verge of becoming a sphincter Sinatra if he/she does not receive professional help or, at the very least, a bitch
slap by his/her
friends.)
Paratrooper: Sarge, I know it’s not the time but I keep thinking about plantin’ some
onion.
Jumpmaster: GOT DAMN IT!!! Ya
better at-ease those flatusidal tendencies or I’ll toss your
goat-smellin’ ass off this bird right now, green light or not.