Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for September 08, 2011
Fiby: Oh my gosh! Are you all right? RJ: Cough-cough! I am now! Fiby: Puh-lease, you just fell from that ridge, and you're flirting with me? RJ: I'm a Haywire. Danger only increases our dashing debonair-itude. Fiby: Haywire? Well, howdy, neighbor. I'm Fawn Forester's niece, Fiby. I'm going to be staying with her for a while. RJ: I died, right? Is this heaven? Fiby: I thought you said danger made you more charming.