[ SECRET POST #2934 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2934 ⌋

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Notes:

Sorry about that, working late again.

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Comments

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[(Anonymous)]

Le Fou, a dumb henchman? Surely you jest. The guy was an evil genius. He was the fucking power behind the throne.

I mean, check it out--here we've got big tough handsome stupid Gaston, the most popular (and feared) guy in town, entitled as hell and intolerably full of himself. And his best friend and faithful companion...little, goofy-looking, unimpressive Le Fou. Gaston's biggest fan, other than himself. His cheerleader.

The guy who made it his business to ensure that Gaston remained intolerably full of himself no matter what.

Who devoted a whole musical number, not just to making his friend feel better--oh, no, he could have done that by saying "There are other girls, who needs her?" or "She'll come around" or "You'll feel better after you shoot something." No, he went out of his way to immediately pump Gaston's deflated ego back up to its previous unwieldy size.

Because if Gaston had been allowed to digest the well-deserved helping of humble pie that Belle served up for him? Well, then things might have changed. Maybe it would have occurred to him that being good-looking and strong and a good hunter didn't mean he could have anything he wanted. Maybe he'd have wondered why Belle didn't want him. Maybe he wouldn't have been quite so quick to accept the accolades that everyone heaped upon him without question anymore.

Maybe he'd have started to grow up. And then maybe right next to Gaston wouldn't be such a great place for Le Fou to be anymore. Because let's face it, nobody in town was safe from the dude, Le Fou included, but you can be damned sure nobody else would be messing with Gaston's best buddy. He got to ride the coattails of glory without the inconvenience of having to actually be good at anything...at least as long as his sycophantic praise was falling on receptive ears that remained connected to a chronically under-utilized brain.

How much you want to bet this wasn't the first time in their lives that something like that had happened?

Or that Gaston himself wasn't the only person to whom Le Fou had been singing the guy's praises nonstop for years?

Genius, I'm telling you. Le Fou was the true villain of that movie. Gaston was his stooge, not the other way around.