Navel gazing qualifies as reading?
Ever gaze at your own navel long enough to convince yourself it looks like a cute baby Sarlaac pit? Or is that just me? (Should I see a doctor?)
Only if you see a tiny Boba Fett down in there?
Do you like gladiator movies? Havenât we done this one already?
Does it look like I picked the wrong day to stop asking questions?
Are you not entertained?
Are we not entertaining you any longer!?
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, ⌠And will I find Boba Fett in my navel, in this life or the next?
Is it time we took a road-trip?
Do you think they have a lint-ticular telescope there?
Ooh, ooh, can I come? And can we hit the zoological park too!?
Isnât it time?
thats a long drive from seattle maybe we could go here?
Ah the old âpassive-aggressively-complain-until-someone-furnishes-a-like-a-rooâ, the oldies are the goldies eh?
What, you want us to check your pulses?
Well havenât these bean weird responses to my navel gazing joke? Maybe my finger isnât on the pulse of the belly-button? Where does one find lint these days anyway?
Use your lenticule?
Isnât your suggestion mono-moniacle?