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*BOQUET* 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! *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... |