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Perhaps comic strips are every modern artist's worst enemy as well.
Maybe Tolstoy started this way.
Cartoonist A: OK, our punchline is purty gud. But I reckon we need a little background humor.
Cartoonist B: Welp, they're gunna be holdin' some fashion magazines, ain't they?
Cartoonist A: Sure.
Cartoonist B: Welp, why not make up some funny names fer 'em that sound like th' name o' REAL fashion magazines?
Cartoonist A: Hey there, that's a great idea!
Cartoonist B: Vogue can become Vague...
Cartoonist A: That's hi-larious!
Cartoonist B: And Bazaar can become Bizarre...
Cartoonist A: Ho ho! You're on a roll now!
Cartoonist B: And ... um ... hmm ...
Cartoonist A: Welp, how's about, er, that there Harper's magazine.
Cartoonist B: Harper's, eh? Is that a fashion magazine?
Cartoonist A: I reckon it must be.
Cartoonist B: Sure. Sure, you must be right. All magazines is about fashion these days, ain't they?
Cartoonist A: They sure are.
Cartoonist B: Welp, then we'll call it Harpees.
Cartoonist A: Ooh, Harpees! That's terrific! It sounds just like a derog'tory word for women!
Cartoonist B: And a lot like a sex'lly transmitted disease!