Like yellow parchment is his skin ...
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew ...
You must be always on your guard,
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
MADAME GIRY:
Those who speak of what they know
Find, Too late, that prudent silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue -
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!
Last Update: June, 30th 2013
Joseph Buquet: Like yellow parchment is his skin ... A great black hole served as the nose that never grew ... You must be always on your guard, Or he will catch you with his magical lasso! MADAME GIRY: Those who speak of what they know Find, Too late, that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue - He will burn you with the heat of his eyes! Last Update: June, 30th 2013 Explain Request ×
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