Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for April 21, 2010
Rip: Hey, sheriff, how'd our killer with the concussion? Sheriff: He's in there making his one phone call. Dagger: Hello? Big mama? Phone: Dagger? Is that you, my little bayonet bambino? How's mommy's favorite assassin? Dagger: Lousy, big mama. Some girls put me in chapter eleven, after splittin' my bloomin' 'ead open. And some Bruce Campbell wannabe put me in the brig over some business. Come and get your baby boy, big mama! Phone: Just let me pack my C-4, my little baby with a blade.