Our prime directive with FInny right now is to ensure that as much hilarity as possible ensues when we’re all together. There is always a lot of singing, whistling, making funny noises, and other assorted shenanigans for our 26-inch tall audience. In the clip above, Finn was walking the line between tired-fussy and overstimulated-happy. I chose to err on the side of more stimulation and possible laughs, and what better place to start than the belly button?
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Margot: Stop abusing this guy!
John: Stop smiling like Beavis and Butthead while Margot abuses this guy!