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…