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Neither of them were particularly looking forward to this. But as they headed over to where Judge Frollo was, there was a distinct sound coming from inside.
Like fire! Hellfire! This burning in my skin...
"...Is that Frollo."
This burning desire is turning me to sin...
"Seriously?"
"Augh, I didn't need to hear that!" The guard dragged a hand down his face.
"Why is he singing? Doesn't he realize anyone out here can hear him?"
A snort. "I suppose not."
It's not my fault! I'm not to blame. It is the Gypsy girl, the witch, who set this flame!
"The Gypsy?! Really? THAT'S why we're doing this? Because he wants to fuck he-"
"Shh! He'll hear you."
They stopped for a moment, but the singing continued. They shuffled their feet.
"Well, we're going to have to go in eventually."
"We? I'm not telling him."
"You're not pushing this on me!"
"There's no way I'm going to be able to look him in the eye after this."
"What makes you think I want to?"
"Just do it!"
"I-" But he was shoved over to the door by his companion. Hearing "Or else let her be mine and mine alone," he rolled his eyes and knocked. Better to get this over with. The sooner they got Frollo to stop singing about his raging passionate boner the better.
