Scene 6, Micro-Alex Spankoffski

6 0 0
                                    

K. George: OHHHH!

[HERE IS OUR BELOVED-]

K. George: Shut up!

[The crowd laughs]

K. George: Well, if it isn’t Micro-Alex Spankoffski! What’s your button show doing on my turf?  

Alexander: Uh, George! I didn’t realise that the, uh, parking lot of Pasqualli’s belonged to you.  

K. George: So, where’s your bow tie, rich boy?! Think you’re better than me cuz you come from money?

Alexander: Oh, no. I think the bow tie gave you the wrong idea, I am not rich.

K. George: Ugh! So you’re a poor piece of shit then! Had to sell your bow tie to feed your fuckin’ family!  

Alexander: Look, I know what you want me to do. You want me to grovel. Run so you can chase. We’ve been doing this song and dance since the fourth grade, well I’m sick of your sh-shit, George! I just hyped myself up to come hang out with Elizabeth Lauter and after that, you don’t seem so scary.

Burr: Wait, Eliza?

Alexander: Well, yeah, she invited me.

Burr: Well maybe if she’s cool with the kid then maybe I’m cool with him too!  

K. George: Shut the fuck up, Burr!

K. George: Did I hear you correctly, Spankoffski? I don’t seem scary to you?

Alexander: You’re just a bully. And when you stand up to a bully, they lose their power.  

[George pushes Alexander]

K. George: WOO! How’s that feel, Spankoffski? Does it feel like I lost my power? I don’t know what gave you the idea you could break bread with Elizabeth Lauter?

Alexander: She said-

K. George: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT SHE SAID. I did not consent to this rendezvous! I decide who’s cool and who’s not. I decide if Thomas can date Angelica. The answer's still no, by the way. You’re not a nerd cuz of your glasses or your pimple dick. You’re a nerd cuz I said so. I willed it into existence. I bring order to Hatchetfield High. Light to darkness. I’m your God. Now on your knees, bitch. It’s time to say your fuckin’ prayers!

[George raises his fist, he runs up to Alexander]

Alexander: No, no, no, no, no!

Hamilton x Nerdy Prudes Must DieWhere stories live. Discover now