This had started as a joke between Newie and myself about Irvine and Dr Tamrood fighting over the last Yorkshire pudding in an English style pub. I decided to draw it as a parody of a commission he had gotten over a decade ago.

Irvine typically has a Lancashire accent, but when he's pissed of flustered it thickens into a traight up cockney accent, so Tamrood might be having a hard time understanding him here.

In all fairness, Yorkshire pudding is amazing. Though I can never get mine to rise up as nice and pretty as they usually are in pictures. >_<