You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you”d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more.

It was a cold April morning in New York city, and your dad was sick so you were covering for his jobs today. You had to leave the house pretty early to go drop of some mail, and when you were walking down the sidewalk, you saw Philip Hamilton, your rival, sitting on a bench and smoking a cigarette. What do you do?