Would it make you happy to replace it? Might it please you to lift the hood and gaze upon the new part, shiny and black, seemingly out of place but at the same time right where it belongs? Would the sense of accomplishment derived from replacing it bring you a sense of peace in this crazy mixed-up world?

Jumpin' Jeebus on a pogo stick, man, "a noise" is no help at all. Describe the freakin' noise!