Well, Joly would be willing to bet that Feuilly has tried most of those jobs at least once, and that Bahorel could fake them as needed, actually. Not that he hopes she'll ever meet them, but it may prove to be amusing should that ever be the case, actually. At the moment though, that is not so much an issue, as Joly is trying not to let himself, or her, be attacked by spider.

"Its eye." Joly explains, tossing that over his shoulder as he nods toward his own pumps. "If it goes close enough that may at least be somewhat confusing. If I knew where this sort kept its bowels, we might perforate that." All the while, he has been dodging, and throwing, until the spider, angrier now, is making its way toward him, and he's biting back some curses.

Its mouth. Venom, or being eaten. Either way is unpleasant as deaths go, and Joly finds himself dodging as Venus leaps, and then, he is making a face at the squelch of its leg slipping off.

That is a sound he hoepes to never hear again, though actually...

He's launching his own body forward now, grabbing at a leg of his own when it seems like his reach is long enough. If she distracts it while he pulls, then it might grow mad enough at him to give Venus the chance. That CAN significantly disable it at least.

"A shame we cannot defang it!"