NO BATTERY

[ID: A small, traditionally-drawn two-page comic. It features Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, as depicted in Hamilton the musical. Burr writes in a journal with a quill while Hamilton sits to his left (audience’s right). The first page is made up of four (4) panels while the second page is made up of three (3).

Page 1: The first panel has no borders, with its background also including the edges of the page. The background is originally black, but it transitions to white along the edges as the comic goes down. The main focus for the first panel is the journal Burr writes in. It has two bullet points featured, both written in cursive, though the top bullet point cuts off due to the framing. The second bullet point reads “• Attempt to bribe Seabury”. Hamilton’s first speech bubble takes up a corner of the first panel and leads into the second, where he yells at Burr while poking his face. There is another speech bubble just below them. Burr looks annoyed while Hamilton is mad. The background is blue. In panel three, the background changes to yellow. Burr smacks Hamilton’s hand away while interrupting him with his own speech bubble. In panel four, the background goes back to blue as Hamilton points at Burr with a frustrated smile and responds.

Page 2: Every panel has “narration text” sandwiching the visuals. The “narration” is Hamilton’s internal monologue. The first panel is from Hamilton’s perspective as he watches Burr write in his journal. The background is a light yellow. Burr is implied to be speaking, but his speech bubbles have no text in them. The second panel is of Hamilton smiling at Burr as he speaks. The background is a light blue. The third and final panel has both Burr and Hamilton leaning towards each other as Burr gestures to his journal, unaware of Hamilton’s fond gaze. The background is the original yellow from pg. 1, panel 3.

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[Transcript:

Page 1:

Hamilton: THAT IDIOT? I REFUSE to breathe the SAME AIR as the BASTARD,

Hamilton: AND YOU—

Burr: I know.

Hamilton: You don’t know SHIT, Narrator Boy.

Page 2:

Hamilton (thought): I want him so bad it’s not even funny. Honestly if he speaks to me like that again, I might fold.

Hamilton (thought): No, but this is so mature of him, I’m proud of him. He acknowledged, and didn’t even insult. He knows. He knows his shit.

Hamilton (thought): I trust him with my life, truly. The house would be CLEAN and ORGANIZED.

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