It was a big and happy day for many in New York, but for SirHawk, his day was only going to get more sad.. leaving his pig pen that he has enjoyed at Vicarious over these past few months, and days, hours, minutes, scraps per second, it was going to be a lonely cold world out there for this pig.. or so he thought. Sighing as he went to make his way out the front door, he was quickly stopped by TheMorrigan who smiled at him and gave him a small pat on the head before taking the chain and key that was wrapped around her neck and dawning it over him.. there wasn't much more that was needed to be said then the subtle head nod as he looked up to her with the biggest eyes a pig could have...

This wasn't just any chain and key that she had put around her neck, it was the key to the vault of scraps, the fort knox of trash, like, this was the golden ticket to his forever happiness of having endless scraps to eat!

"I am sooooo happy ahhhhh! I promise you that you won't regret this!"

Hawk didn't even let her say anything, just heard her giggle as he ran past and out the front door, this time it wasn't barred shut like it usually was because, well, he already ran through the thing earlier sooo now, there was just a big fat hole the size of a pig. His eyes were met by those of the many people that were already gathered here from his big speech he had given earlier, but now.. this was his turn! Stepping up onto the wooden podium himself this time, he cleared his throat and began to speak once more.

"I'm sure you all are pretty sick of me right now, but I had to come out and inform you once again about the great things going on over here in Manhattan.." Hawk paused as he scanned the crowd before continuing with his speech.

"Today has been one great day for TheMorrigan and nothing is going to outshine that one little bit, it has been a honor to serve as her Right Hand Pig over these past few months and there is nobody I feel that has been more deserving of the work she has accomplished. So, by that right, it is now this fat lazy pig's turn to take up the burden of taking over the scraps vault that TheMorrigan has so dearly protected over these last few months, earning her that almighty title of The Scrapmother. No longer is it Vicarious' duty as a rock band to shred the trash with it's almighty riffs, no, now, it is this pig's duty. So from this day forth, Manhattan and SirHawk will be in charge of New York Scraps Disposal. Thank you all very much and have a wonderful rest of your day.

Showing up to support his dear friend, Creed stoodby proud and yet a bit disappointed. While knowing today was upon us, it didn't take the bitterness from the moment that should be otherwise sweet. He stood by and made sure to simply give his best to his old friend. "Sir Pig, It's been an honor to have shared the same space as you, I know you're simply down the way and doing your new duty; but you will be missed my friend. It's been wonderful working with you directly, and you better stop by and say hello to us every now and again! No one else could handle this garbage problem in New York and Manhattan better than you could. I only hope I can do my best in filling the shoes you leave behind as Right Hand." And with a sip of wine, a tip of the hat and a raised glass. Adonis cheered the success of SirHawk enjoyed the night, making sure that he stayed till the end of all the festivities. Nothing short of the finest scraps were prepared for this joyous moment, and it was fitting that it was. A feast fit for NY's finest pig.