Quasimodo's had it. Sixty years climbing the steps. Sixty years ringing the bell. He's ready to retire, get a little house in the country for him and the little lady. Puts an ad on Craigslist ""Bell ringer wanted. Inquire Quasimodo, Notre Dame."" Next day, there's a knock at the door. Quasi opens it, looks out, there's no one there. Then he hears a voice coming from somewhere down around his knees: ""Excuse me, sir. Are you Mr. Quasimodo?"" Quasimodo looks down, there's a guy with no arms and no legs. ""Yes, I'm Quasimodo. What do you want?"" The legless, armless guy says ""Ever since I was a boy, I've wanted to be the bell ringer for Notre Dame. My life has been miserable, but if I could just get this job, I would be the happiest person in all of France."" Quasimodo looks at him with shock ""Well, I don't see how that's possible. It's two hundred flights of stairs up to the top of the bell tower, there's a very long rope attached to the bell, and the bell itself weighs 400 pounds. I don't mean to be rude, but you have no arms or legs!"" The guys looks up at him with tears in his eyes. ""You don't understand. This has always been my dream. My wife is ill. I have seven children. I *must* do this!"" Quasimodo feels remorseful. He gestures toward the stairs and the guy rolls past him. Using his chin and nose, he begins to climb the stairs. Two hours later, they reach the bell tower. The guy lens back and begins rolling furiously toward the rope. At the very last second, he flexes his waist, bounces over the crevasse, and grabs the rope in his teeth and begins swaying back and forth over the chasm on the rope. With an amazing manipulation of his teeth and jaw, he begins climbing up the rope until his head is inside the mighty bell. Still gripping the rope in his teeth, he begins a swaying motion, slowly building momentum. He hurtles forward and slams into the bell with his head. *Bong!*, and swinging back to the other side, *Bong!*. Then again, back to the other side. *Bong!*. Then on the fourth *Bong!*, the man loses his grip on the rope, goes flying out of the belfry, and plummets to the pavement hundreds of feet below. Quasi is stunned! He races down the two hundred flights of stairs and rushes out into the plaza where dozens of people have gathered. He elbows his way through the crowd and finally arrives at the center of the circle of humanity. A gendarme turns to him, gestures at the lifeless, limbless pulp at their feet, and asks... ""Do you know this man?"" ""Not really. But his face rings a bell.""