BUQUET:
Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
GIRY:
Those who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! Keep your hand at the level of your eye!
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