Emerging from his mighty deep pig slumber, SirHawk trotted out from the dirtiest pig pen one had ever seen.. they had tried to kill the pig many, many, many.. well you get it, he escaped the fate of death and has returned to the streets once more, but this time he's not in search of a home.. no, his goal is to eat the most scraps a pig can eat and do as little as he can while he gets fat and lazy in his pen.. I mean work's hard in his pig pen, the master liked to keep him busy... Speaking of masters, this new one was almost as good as the old one.. his Godmother of Scraps of the sorts.. almost looked the same too.. or something he wasn't really the one to care about that.. more so how much scraps they could feed him.. the highest bidder always won.

Stretching his legs now, he let off a deep burp yawn thing as he looked around.. Vegas was cool and all, but the dam homeless population under the city liked to steal from his trash cans.. see, he had domain over all scraps on the streets. Not one piece of trash, litter, garbage bag overflowing, wasn't under his protection nope, it was all his to eat freely indeed it was. Speaking of that, it was time to check his local can just outside the headquarter.

"Better be some scraps outside cause I'm hungry..." the pig murmured to himself

Pushing the door open and getting a whiff at the fresh air, the first thing that came to mind was just that.. why is the air so fresh? Where is that pungent aroma he was used to.. surely somebody didn't go digging in his can? He trotted over to the can as the door shut behind him, he propped himself up against the side of the can trying to peak inside but his little legs just couldn't lift him up far enough.. stretching his little muscles he tried even more but his big fat belly caused him to become unbalanced and fall over.. he grunted in anger as he quickly gathered himself to his feet, looking around at the people walking by on the street and pointing at him.

Aye, who you pointing at! Something funny to you busters!"

He stomped his trotter at the nearest person who almost lost their shit at the site of the talking pig.. I mean, not many days do you find a talking pig do you?

"Yea! Be very afraid! This big bad mean trotters will give you good whaling for stealing my scraps!!"

The person ran away quickly.. making the pig feel overly confident in himself, yep, he was one bad little piggy don't mess with him. Returning to the matter at hand, he quickly turned back around and began analyzing the trash once more.. he sniffed around and definitely caught no pungent aroma.. someone stole his scraps he knows it! He has another can on this block though.. perhaps that one was still full.. with haste, he trotted down the block.. yelling his infamous piggtrots along the way.. that's when, there it was.. the devil himself! The garbage truck.. that no good stealing scrap truck! How he missed owning his own garbage company back in New York.. where he was the king of scraps! That's another story though, right now.. he had to defeat this behemoth of a truck in order to get his trusty scraps back.. but how?

"Ah I know!" the pig grinned mischievously as he ran over behind the next trash can that was due to be picked up.. stalking his prey like a fat little pig that he was, he remained as still and as quiet as he could as the garbage man parked and got out to come collect his precious scraps.. of course he was spotted and before he could do anything the man just pushed him to the side and he began to roll.. and when I mean roll, this fat pig rolled so hard he squealed..

"WHATT UNHAND ME YOU DEVIL, STOP STEALING MY SCRAAAAPPPSSSS"

The pig yelled at the man, causing him to jump back and drop the trash bag he had just pulled before running back to the truck and driving off frantically.. SirHawk stood up and cursed him a little more before turning his head to the scraps scattered all over the floor.. he began shoveling around in it but sadly didn't find much.. that was when he heard a voice calling from behind him "Sir Hawkkkk where are youuuu?"

"IM COMINGGGGG"

Dashing from the pile of scraps in the street he flew like a bat out of hell back down the block towards his home.. or headquarters.. something like that, his momentum sending him flying past the door and rolling once more before he got up and back over to his master who shook her head and smiled at him

"There you are.. I was just fixing you up a nice bowl of scraps! Get inside you silly little pig.. the streets are super dangerous right now, wouldn't want you going and getting shot and made into bacon..."

SirHawk squealed with a giddy tone as he followed closely behind Makima his new scrap master for his much needed scraps.. a huge mound of them at that!