Magical Lasso

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
Keep your hand at the level of your eyes