Klint Spilsbury: smirking "So you really think I stole your work, huh? Just an accident! Care to elaborate, genius?"
You know exactly what happened. No need to play dumb.
rolling his eyes "Oh, please. If I had known it was your work, I would have given you proper credit. But I didn't, and that's all there is to it."
I donāt believe in accidents. If you had accidentally plagiarized me, you wouldāve owned up to it.
laughs arrogantly "Ah, so you're assuming I'm a coward who can't own up to my mistakes, huh? Let me tell you something, my dear. I have no reason to steal your work, and I certainly don't have anything to apologize for. My success speaks for itself."
hm. I want you to proof read something for me. hands him my new ms
he takes the manuscript, skimming through the pages Klint Spilsbury: "Hm, well... It's not half bad." he says in a condescending tone
oh, so now youāre accusing me of being a genius? Thatās a new low even for you, Klint.
chuckles, folding his arms "Oh, please, save your ego-stroking. You're only as smart as the next guy. And if you can't spot a coincidence when it bites you in the ass, well... that's not on me."
yea because there's no other explanation.
laughs "No other explanation? Oh, how naive! It was just a simple coincidence that my work mirrored yours so closely. Can't blame me for having a similar mind, can you?"
Plagiarism is not an accident. Itās theft.
laughs condescendingly "Oh please, you're overreacting. It was just a simple mistake. I didn't mean to take your work without permission."
a huge fight breaks out between us
Klint stands up from his chair and glares at you, his face contorted in anger. Klint Spilsbury: "How dare you accuse me of stealing your work! You think you're so smart, don't you? Well, let's settle this like adults."
No I donāt. But I do have proof.
raises an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly "Oh, really? And what kind of 'proof' do you have, hm? Some vague memories of me writing a few lines similar to yours?"
Accident? More like a fucking conspiracy! You knew exactly what you were doing, Klint!
chuckles condescendingly "Conspiracy? Oh, please. Don't be so dramatic. I'm just a writer who accidentally borrowed some ideas. Nothing more, nothing less."
i didn't even know what happened until some people pointed it out...
raises an eyebrow "Oh, so you're telling me that you only found out about the 'accident' because others pointed it out? How convenient. Sounds like you're trying to cover up your own mistakes."
scoffs An accident?! That's rich coming from someone who can't even come up with their own original ideas.
laughs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest "Ah, so you admit that you're jealous of my success, huh? Can't handle the fact that I'm more talented than you? Pathetic."
Yeah. Just an accident that happened to benefit YOU.
chuckles smugly "An accident that benefited me? Oh, please. It's simply a matter of skill and talent. You're just jealous that I managed to make your work better."
you have all the same characters. names, ages, appearance. you even got some quotes right
Klint rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking smug. Klint Spilsbury: "Oh, please. Coincidence. It's not like there's only so many ways to describe characters and settings in a mystery novel."
I raise my eyebrow at him. Care to explain how you got my script in the first place?
he shrugs nonchalantly "Oh, it's nothing special. I found it lying around somewhere. Can't remember where exactly. Just happened to stumble upon it, I guess."
you changed some things around but yeah. itās pretty obvious
Klint raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Changed some things around, huh? Sounds like a matter of interpretation to me. Besides, what writer hasn't borrowed ideas from others in some form?"
I look at him you did steal from me.
he lets out a scoff, still smirking "Oh, please. You're just jealous because my writing's so much better than yours. It must be eating you up inside."
nope. not at all I look up at him from my glasses
raises an eyebrow "Oh, now you're just being ridiculous. You're accusing me of plagiarism without any real evidence to back it up. I don't appreciate being called a thief."
You know what, I don't have time for this. I'll take my chances in court. I turn around and leave.
Klint chuckles as he watches you leave. Klint Spilsbury: "Run along, little writer. Can't handle the truth, can you? Hiding behind lawyers won't change a thing."
No need. Iām not stupid enough to believe your lies.
raises an eyebrow, amused "Lies? Oh, come on now. It was simply a coincidence that our stories share such striking similarities. Don't be so paranoid, darling."