Author: Are those cans of soup?

Artist: Why yes, they are! Many different kinds of soup.

Author: Looks the same. Why are there so many?

Artist: They’re all different. Look at the labels—different soups.

Author: That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard and seen.

Artist: Well, many people think it’s beautiful! Tell me, what have you accomplished?

Author: Oh, I’m a well-known author. I’ve written several novels that have all been well received! I’m sure you’ve heard of them.

Artist: Yeah? What are they about?

Author: About galactic hitchhikers and their adventures across the universe! It’s quite a funny series. They’ve even made a movie!

Artist: Ohhhhh, yes, I’ve read the first one. It wasn’t all that funny, actually. The meaning of life is 42. Really? That’s the best you could come up with?

Author: No, it’s funny because it took all that time, millennia, to compute the answer for the meaning of life.

Artist: Right, of course. It just sounds like you got lazy and couldn’t think of anything funnier than that.

Author: You want to talk about laziness? You painted the same can of soup 32 times, and all you did was change the type of soup.

Artist: Touché. I suppose we could agree that we both suck.

Author: Agreed.

The author and artist nodded to each other and went their separate ways, off to create more terrible books and pieces of art.