Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for April 24, 2010
Mayor: Rip, with the sheriff gone, we need you to make sure this prisoner doesn't escape. I'm appointing you sheriff. Rip: Just for now, OK mayor? Big mama: Hey, mercenary! RJ: Rip, it's big mama! Big mama: I've come for my switchblade-totin' son. What'll it take? Rip: Sorry, big mama your son is goin' before a judge for his ghastly crimes. Big mama: I thought all soldiers of fortune had a price. Rip: Unless you can get "the marriage ref" off the air, no deal.