Gaston is only interested in Belle, but Belle is only interested in not Gaston because he is such a cis hetero male. Go scrub your chest hair, you breeder.
Soon, Papa has to be off to work with the faithful Phillipe, the most tolerant horse in all of France. But alas, Papa is a bit of a dumbshit when it comes to travel, and soon enough he's stumbled straight into the Beast's beastly lair. He's a bit of a lion and a big of a dog, but you can tell he has muscular haunches. Does that tail go all the way up?
Papa is in a pickle and Phillipe saves the day, sort of. Belle comes looking and presto change-o, she's a prisoner of the big, bad beast. Yadda yadda, we're in the local tavern and it's time to sing about Gaston. Le Fou is in rare form. He rubs Gaston's shoulders, then his ears. He sings about the unparalleled thickness of Gaston's neck. He mentions how no one spits like Gaston. Or bites like Gaston as he raises his shirt and shows off a lower-belly bite wound. Gaston, how frisky! Behave!
Catch him ... but not with your hands.
Gaston lifts Le Fou high in the air on his rippling, burly bicep. Le Fou is on top of the world, and so am I! No one has a smooth mushroom head like Gaston! No one will finish on your back like Gaston! No one can rearrange your guts until you can't shit right for a week like Gaston!