Poor Shelly. Reduced to seasonal exploitation. Shame on you, sir. SHAME!
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I am ready for this years "Dr Ladysounds"." Big Bucks Allison: "Hold up, luv. Ah has 'nother gig in't mind fo' thee. Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. What about my fans? they always do enjoy Dr Ladysounds, so." Big Bucks Allison: "Don't thou worry thy little head 'bout that, luv. The job I does have in't mind fo' thee will make sure thy is't never forgot. Put on't this costume me dear..." Shelly: "... Oh! Mr Allison, sir. This costume... Shouldn't it be more more seasonal... And more of it, generally I mean..." Big Bucks Allison: Luv, luv. Say thee nay? Thy must rememb'r 'tis a time of poor financial clement. Some... Sacrifices MUST be made. Tho must earn thy keep, afterall. Tho would not wish t' go to the workhouse would thee, or see ME on't street?" Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I... i suppose not..." Big Bucks Allison: "Good girl, good girl. And after thy has done wi' the Xmas shoot, I has some Japanese Bushiness men who would like to... meet thee, luv. Just don't forget to wiggle, will ya, luv. Poor Shelly. Reduced to seasonal exploitation. Shame on you, sir. SHAME! Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I am ready for this years "Dr Ladysounds"." Big Bucks Allison: "Hold up, luv. Ah has 'nother gig in't mind fo' thee. Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. What about my fans? they always do enjoy Dr Ladysounds, so." Big Bucks Allison: "Don't thou worry thy little head 'bout that, luv. The job I does have in't mind fo' thee will make sure thy is't never forgot. Put on't this costume me dear..." Shelly: "... Oh! Mr Allison, sir. This costume... Shouldn't it be more more seasonal... And more of it, generally I mean..." Big Bucks Allison: Luv, luv. Say thee nay? Thy must rememb'r 'tis a time of poor financial clement. Some... Sacrifices MUST be made. Tho must earn thy keep, afterall. Tho would not wish t' go to the workhouse would thee, or see ME on't street?" Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. *SOB*"
Shelley looks more and more demented every time I see her. I predict a rat fur coat and a street corner banjo gig in her future. Also: incoherent shoutings at passers-by.
Though, having watched her grow and mature over the years I suspect this would come as a surprise to no one :Phyp
Poor Shelley, the Christmas party seemed so boring when she got the invitation from the Ministry, but, then, she felt it her responsibility to participate. A little too much wine to warm up and get into the Christmas spirit while talking to her dear Ames on the mobile, and suddenly she found herself in excellent mood at the Ministry. Very soon she will have to 'powder her nose' and, there in front of the mirror she will have a rather unpleasant revelation...
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This was definitely the kick I needed to get into the Christmas spirit!
I want to give Shelley some sensible outerwear. And kiss her.
Is scantily-clad Shelly waiting for me with that mistletoe?! I'd like to think so...
Hooray for Shelly's lack of shame! :D
May the unruly mob reading our favorite comic become a bigger unrulier mob! Merry Christmas!
Poor Shelly. Reduced to seasonal exploitation. Shame on you, sir. SHAME!
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I am ready for this years "Dr Ladysounds"."
Big Bucks Allison: "Hold up, luv. Ah has 'nother gig in't mind fo' thee.
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. What about my fans? they always do enjoy Dr Ladysounds, so."
Big Bucks Allison: "Don't thou worry thy little head 'bout that, luv. The job I does have in't mind fo' thee will make sure thy is't never forgot. Put on't this costume me dear..."
Shelly: "... Oh! Mr Allison, sir. This costume... Shouldn't it be more more seasonal... And more of it, generally I mean..."
Big Bucks Allison: Luv, luv. Say thee nay? Thy must rememb'r 'tis a time of poor financial clement. Some... Sacrifices MUST be made. Tho must earn thy keep, afterall. Tho would not wish t' go to the workhouse would thee, or see ME on't street?"
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I... i suppose not..."
Big Bucks Allison: "Good girl, good girl. And after thy has done wi' the Xmas shoot, I has some Japanese Bushiness men who would like to... meet thee, luv. Just don't forget to wiggle, will ya, luv.
Poor Shelly. Reduced to seasonal exploitation. Shame on you, sir. SHAME!
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. I am ready for this years "Dr Ladysounds"."
Big Bucks Allison: "Hold up, luv. Ah has 'nother gig in't mind fo' thee.
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. What about my fans? they always do enjoy Dr Ladysounds, so."
Big Bucks Allison: "Don't thou worry thy little head 'bout that, luv. The job I does have in't mind fo' thee will make sure thy is't never forgot. Put on't this costume me dear..."
Shelly: "... Oh! Mr Allison, sir. This costume... Shouldn't it be more more seasonal... And more of it, generally I mean..."
Big Bucks Allison: Luv, luv. Say thee nay? Thy must rememb'r 'tis a time of poor financial clement. Some... Sacrifices MUST be made. Tho must earn thy keep, afterall. Tho would not wish t' go to the workhouse would thee, or see ME on't street?"
Shelly: "Oh Mr Allison, sir. *SOB*"
It's "ShellEy"!
Merry Christmas Mr Allison and thanks for another year of great story telling and art!
I'm choosing to believe that this image is a snapshot from Shelley's holiday office party at the Ministry of History.
Shelley looks more and more demented every time I see her. I predict a rat fur coat and a street corner banjo gig in her future. Also: incoherent shoutings at passers-by.
Though, having watched her grow and mature over the years I suspect this would come as a surprise to no one :Phyp
Poor Shelley, the Christmas party seemed so boring when she got the invitation from the Ministry, but, then, she felt it her responsibility to participate. A little too much wine to warm up and get into the Christmas spirit while talking to her dear Ames on the mobile, and suddenly she found herself in excellent mood at the Ministry. Very soon she will have to 'powder her nose' and, there in front of the mirror she will have a rather unpleasant revelation...
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