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My belly button is about 5 seconds away from transcending its terrestrial boundaries. (I can say that since I'm already pretty much the size of a small planet.)

It has an aspect of shock and awe. I like to imagine it smeared with camo grease, muttering, "The horror. The horror." 

It also looks a bit like a prim old biddy whose rear end has just been pinched. Maggie Smith in Room with a View, maybe.

Or a baby chimp keening for a banana.

I'm terribly sorry, belly button, but it can't be helped.