Nothing is beneath me. If there's the slightest chance of wringing a half-smile from your dour faces, I will stoop to anything. There's no nobility to humor anyway, just ask Queenie Lizabeth. I happen to have a low center of gravity, which is helpful in stooping. I only occasionally tip over, and then I can often roll back to an upright position. In fact, that usually causes broader smiles than the joke to which I originally stooped. How's that for irony? I believe that's a form of humor too, although no one laughs at it. They just sigh. I find myself sighing a lot these days. That includes nether sighs.