On the plane ride over, I was forced, to sit in the same row, with–perhaps–THE most disgusting excuse for a human being I have EVER encountered.

      Other than it, the flight was heavenly—GORGEOUS, hyper-friendly stewardesses, exquisite food. . . .  Anyone [American] who has flown on an international flight, knows the planes other nations fly (unlike the cattle cars, maximized for profit, the Americans–inevitably–employ) are sky palaces.

      But, back to "the Beavis": This thing bounced up its thighs, constantly—I mean, this things must've had the most developed calves, in all of Japan.  And it would snort, or expel phlegm, every 10 to 15 seconds—for hours.

      This was only the first phase.  For the second phase, it angled itself to the right, and then–periodically–expelled spittle/phlegm on me—my face, my arm, or–once or twice–even in my eye.

For all I know, this things had AIDS.

      Then, the third phase began.  It was fed.  After this, it interchanged snorts and explosive expellings of spittle and plegm, with sucking its teeth—LOUDLY, and for hours. . . .  Thighs bouncing, all the time. . . .

      Then, the fourth phase began.  Not somehow content, with this much life disruption, it started . . . masturbating.  I looked on, with shock and disgust—part of me, could not BELIEVE just what I was seeing.

      And this thing didn't just start mastubating, it masturbated . . . um, successfully.  Now–anyone who has entered the adult world–knows, what, um, jism smells like.  I–of course–had never smelled another man's . . . uh, jism.  And I would've been just fine, never having had to.

      My shock fully turned to horror, sometime later, it got up and went to the bathroom.  I looked over at the far aisle, and saw another American, glad that it was gone.  (The Japanese, just pretended like nothing had even happened.  (!!!!)) I thought–maybe it is gone now–the other American, seemed to be thinking the same; our eyes met—we were both in agonzied, appalled, dark awe.  But it came back—with a change of shirt.

      It tried it once again, unsuccessfully, to, um, spank it.  Once wasn't enough I guess, but twice was too much to manage.  I guess I forgot to mention, this was a Japanese man, I believe, in his 40's.

      Think you can take Japan??!!  –Think you can take *THAT*??!!