In the desert, just outside of Las Vegas, the stage was set. A large tent was erected, to shade the participants from the blazing sun. Tables with black silk covers were decorated with rose centrepieces and chairs were pushed in neatly, waiting for the guests who are soon to arrive.  At the front of the tent is a long table with a throne at the centre. It seems the same comically-large throne seems to have been brought from the coronation ceremony to here in the desert.

The band was warming up to the right of the tent, ready to entertain into the wee hours of the morning. The chefs were preparing salads of all kinds: Caesar, garden, Greek, potato, macaroni…you name it, it was getting made at this very moment.

Off to the left side of the tent, a large pit had been dug with a large wooden spit over the top. A fire had been lit the evening prior and hot coals now dazzled from the bottom of the pit. On the spit sat a large pig, rotating ever so slightly as it roasted to perfection.

As the guests started to filter in, the band began playing music. It was a real who’s-who of the underworld gathering this evening. Mobsters from all cities were slated to join the festivities of the night. Finally, the guest of honour arrived in his limousine. Godfather Hobbs, in this new regalia from the night previous, strode to his throne at the head table.

Once he was seated, LittleBunnyFooFoo stood and walked to the podium set up to the side of the stage. The band stopped playing and Foo spoke “Yesterday was a day of celebration and congratulations! We all witnessed the banter in the streets between Hobbs and the recently fallen Detroit mafiosi (rest in peace). If they had been around for the coronation yesterday, we know they would have lovingly roasted our newest Godfather of Las Vegas. So, in their memory, we gather here today, for not only a hog roast but a Hobbs roast! The bar is open, dinner will be served shortly. Let the flaming begin!”

Void had seen the fire from a great distance. Its brightness and ferocity had somewhat reminded him of that time when Hobbs effigees were being burned in the streets of Detroit for some reason, it still wasn't entirely clear to Void why this had happened at the time. So when Void arrived at the fire he was rather surprised (though also glad) to not find a giant Hobbs effigee, but to find a hog on a spit instead.

Seeing LittleBunnyFooFoo openly advocate for figuratively lighting Hobbs' ass on fire got Void a little suspicious though. Ever since Hobbs' ascension Void had to be extra careful, with the new title came the power to execute Void without having to go through the bureaucratic agency known as the Las Vegas HR Department first (which, due to Hobbs being incompetent at paperwork had repelled his frequent requests for Void's head on a spike so far).

But oh well, if Hobbs' right hand endorsed it, SURELY this couldn't come bite Void in the ass. Void sat down around the fire with the others and warmed his hands before starting to speak.

"Roasting Hobbs, eh? Well maybe I don't exactly have something to roast him (I'm afraid that was an art that old Detroit was best at), but I am willing to put forth some SHAMEFUL information which will serve the same purpose as a good old roast."

"A little more than a month ago Hobbs and I had a boxing duel. I thought surely I could win against the 0/2 legend but in the end I got my ass kicked and was utterly humiliated (I also had a pan of spaghetti dumped on my head which made defeat even more sour and tomato-flavoured). Now I recently found out how it was possible I could lose to Hobbs after speaking with some locals of the Iron Mike's Muscle Maker. Turns out Hobbs had filled his gloves with a bunch of screws to give his punches more weight. SHAMEFUL, SCANDALLOUS, SICKENING."

"Now of course this information comes from the most reputable of sources so I will not even think to question it for even a second."

Void accepted a hot mug of coffee that was offered to him by a fellow Las Vegasian. Though unsure if he'd live to see the next sunrise at least this coffee tasted nice.

Silent Assassin approaches the fire and gladlyu takes a hot cup of coffee,

"well i have worked with the man known as Hobbs on a few organized *ahems* operations,

...we pulled off an art gallery heist recently. damn near got caught when Hobbs thought it would be a good idea  to  pose naked as one of Michelangelo's cherubs to fool security

Hobbs ill never forget when we first met but im not giving up trying,

Hobbs hold on im trying to imagine you with a personality, you gray sprinkle on the rainbow cupcake you.

True story i was preparing for a super fight night in manhattan at the Delphi Boxing academy, Iron Mike Tyson Vs Adonis Creed and their students in an exhibition matches,  it was going to be awesome! i was working with HeadCoach to promote it when he informed me himself and Hobbs would be on commentary. i said ot him "oh great, in the middle of matches Hobbs wont be able to contain himself and start to suplex and body slam these students and start doing unlimited posing in the ring. im so sorry Hobbs  I forgot the world revolves around you ! my apologies sir how silly of me!

Well thats all i got Hobbs you have done absolutely incredible things in this thing of ours congrats on being Hobbfather of Summerlin. look forward to doing more Jobs with you just for gods sake keep your clothes on for more than five minutes please!

Silent bows shakes Hobbs hand and sits down

Daiquiri had finally got to the memorial of the JF All-Star Team, she could smell the hog roasting as she entered the area. It was inviting. She could see people were enjoying their time there going between the tents and helping themselves to all the variety of foods, especially the salads. People were going crazy over salads. She couldn't believe her eyes. There was barely anyone over where the hog was roasting on its spit. Dripping its fats into the flame below. 

She grabbed herself a drink and started to walk towards the hog roast. It was then she spotted Hobbs mingling amongst a variety of people from their city of Las Vegas. He looks oddly happy with his noodly arms and big ears. He did love to get the attention, the chance to act like a child in grown-up clothing. But that's the thing, that many people loved about the man. Daiquiri was about to change her course of action and instead, goto to say hello to him. But the hog, she caught a whiff in the air of that 'bacon sizzling' smell. She carried on to where the hog was and forgot about Hobbs altogether as if she was in a trance.

For quite a while, Daiquiri found herself mesmerised, watching the hog go round and round on its spit cooking. It did look delicious. She spotted a table nearby with an apple, ready for when the hog would go on its platter. Oh, how she could not wait to get a slice. It looked wonderful. Chunky, delicious pork, just wonderful.

More time had gone by and she had forgotten she was meant to go and talk to Hobbs. When she remembered and was about to make her way to him again. She looked at the roast and it was as if the hog spoke and stopped her. She couldn't help what was happening, it wasn't Hobbs's fault that he didn't smell as good as the pig cooking. It wasn't Hobbs's fault he didn't have the same look on his face and it wasn't Hobbs's fault that Daiquiri would rather stand where she was right then than go speak to Hobbs. She felt trapped on the spot. She had to laugh though, "At least it's not Hobbs being roasted!" she blurted out of her mouth, "No way I'd be here licking my lips with hunger if so" she continued, and stopped to look around, as she became aware she was talking to a dead pig, as if it was her new best friend.

Finally, the pig was removed from the spit and placed on its platter to be carved up. Thats when it felt like everyone at the Memorial came rushing over to get a slice. Hobbs walked up to her "Hello Daiquiri", he said in his over chirpy squeaky voice. But it was of no good, she didn't hear him. All she could hear was the roasted hog, calling her name. 

Isabella nervously arrives for the umpteenth time and finally decides she has much to say at this roast for the King of in Summerlin, Las Vegas or Las Vegan she mumbles her breath. Pffft to vegan!

Isabella continues with what is her on mind after being rudely interrupted. 

I would like to say that the last meal has been negotiated by the King of Summerlin but do not expect more than one entree. And you may order beef. Mighty nice of GF Hobbs and with that said there is a nice side of our King. However, there is a side of this King that makes me quiver at the knees. Slippery and dangerous slopes indeed.

Needless to say, the man does deserve his props and being a slacker does not run through his veins. With that I hail to the King of Summerlin, Las Vegan!

Congrats to you GF Hobbs and may you hang onto the reigns of Las Vegas!

Looking at her next engagement Isabella skips off