Samuel Seabury and King George III were sitting in a living room just chilling on the couch. They were chatting (hardly at all since King George was looking at himself in the mirror the whole time).

That's when Ms. Hamilsquad walked into their life.

Alexander ran in, looking hawt as fuck. He began dabbing repeatedly. "I AM ALEXANDER DABILTON!!!" he screeched.

John Laurens rolled in, holding his turtle Anthony. "IIIIII WIILLL ALLWAAYSSS LOOOVVVEEEE TUUURRRTTTLLLEEESSSS~!!!!!" he sang in a high pitched voice that probably could kill all of Germany.

Aaron Burr walked in, a collar around his neck with a little bell. He also wore cat ears, tail, mittens, and whiskers. "Greetings. I am Aaron PURR." he said with a PURR.

Alexander gave him a thumbs up. "That was PURR-fect."

Lafayette snorted. "Pfft-"

Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy walked in sassily- Scratch that. Eliza danced the salsa, Angelica swayed her hips way to fucking hard, and Peggy skipped/jumped around. Alexander found all of this shit hawt as fuck. Well, except Peggy. No one likes Peggy.

Charles Lee grabbed Samuel and started shaking him around harshly.

Maria pole danced because that's the whore she is.

And then the president who needed to fucking stay as president walked in. George. Fucking. Washing Machine.

Alexander froze. "Oh shit-"

Charles slammed into a wall repeatedly. "RETREAT! RETREAT!"

Every one scattered, leaving Samuel and King George bewildered and confused. "Um..." Samuel looked at the King. "Americans are freaking weird... Sir-!" he gasped when he saw King George stand up and start dancing. "You'll be back! Soon you'll see! You'll remember who belong to me~"

Samuel's face flushes bright crimson. "Wh-what the fuck, s-sir?"

And that, children, is how America was made.