He has been with Shell for about 24 years now.

One was buried with a shell next to the head.

It had been decorated with a large shell at the front.

I never left a gun with empty shells in it.

Because of this, his relationship with Shell is often strained.

With a heavy shell, he turned and walked back to face his own destiny.

They are round with a sour shell and a hard inside.

I took him down with a shell, and he flew to pieces.

He went to a box on a table in the corner, and came back with a dozen shells.

He designed the dome with two shells, instead of one.