I see your multilevel meta joke and raise you a two-tiered joke.

Quasimodo was in the steeple of Notre Dame looking down on the town when he noticed a man running to the ladder of the steeple. There was something odd about the man, but from a distance, Quasimodo couldn't distinguish what it was. The man climbed the ladder, and it was evident - he had no arms. He saw Quasimodo and said, "It has been my lifelong dream to ring the bells of Notre Dame! Please allow me this great favor!"

Quasimodo said, "No! I ring the bells! Besides, you have no arms!"

The man replied, "I know, but it is my dream!"

Quasimodo again refused, but the man was persistent, and finally Quasimodo relented, not sure how the man would accomplish ringing the bells. The armless man lay down beside the bell, put his feet on the bell and shoved the bell with his feet as hard as he could. Then he stood up, and as the bell swung back toward him, he stuck his head forward. The bell struck him in the face with a resounding "GONG!" Again, he lay down and shoved the bell with his feet, stood, and let the bell hit him. "GONG!" After the third time, the armless man was knocked so woozy that he stumbled and fell off the steeple. In horror, Quasimodo scurried down the ladder to the man. By the time he reached him, a priest was there, administering last rites. The priest turned to Quasimodo and asked, "Do you know this man?"

Quasimodo answered, "No, but his face rings a bell."


Some months later, Quasimodo was in the steeple and saw a man climbing the ladder. He thought he had seen the man before - it was the identical twin of the man with no arms! The twin had no arms, too. He said to Quasimodo, "A few months ago my brother came here to ring the bells, and he fell to his death. I want to honor my brother by completing his wishes. Please let me ring the bells!"

Quasimodo refused. "No! Your brother died! Go away!"

Still, the brother persisted, and finally Quasimodo said, "Ok. Go ahead!"

The brother lay down and used the same technique - shoving the bell with his feet and letting the bell swing back and strike him in the head. And again, after a few strikes, the twin was so woozy he fell to his death.

When Quasimodo climbed down the ladder, the priest was again administering last rites, and asked, "Who is this man?"

Quasimodo answered, "I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."