“yes, pirate scifi is a genre”

[An amalgamation of my novel and Hawaii 5-0 (the one with the IA investigation). Because nothing says NaNoWriMo like trying to bash out 100 words per commercial break.]

Novel: A person Harold sincerely hoped was a store employee walked over wearing an elf hat and a t-shirt that read “Meow! Bark! Moo! Pets love holidays too!”

On Screen: Grace=adorable

Novel: He did have the bag. Part of the bag, at least.

On Screen: “Give us a name. A number. I’ll settle for a haiku.” (Danny)

Novel: “Not the chicken,” he called after her rapidly retreating figure.

On Screen: “I wanna ask you something, but I know it’s gonna piss you off.” (Steve)

Novel: When he told the story later, he liked to say he heard a meow, but really he just got bored and wandered off.

On Screen: “I’m so glad you’re not a hot head. I would hate to work with someone like that.” (Steve)

Novel: Harold thought the shelter must be doing some sort of awareness campaign, until the employee came back and said, “Oh, did you meet Nina?”

On Screen: “Just for the record, if I pulled something like this, you would be reading me the riot act about proper police procedure.”
“No, I would probably just arrest you.” (Steve, Danny)

Novel: “That’s — she’s very pretty,” Harold said, and he assumed it was true.

On Screen: “No, you’re wrong, I think the shark cage was way worse than this.”
“Well, whatever, I’m just saying, next time, I get a free pass.” (Danny, Steve)

Novel: “Venison, turkey, and cheese; we had all three.”

On Screen: “I came to ask you a question.”
“Oh yeah? Well, if it’s for the prom, I already have a date, but thank you.” (Steve, Danny)

Novel: “A cat? Really? Should I send Bob?”

On Screen: “What are you smirking at?”
“Nothing. It’s just — the no tie thing; I like it.” (Danny, Steve)

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.