James 'The Voice' Hatton

As WildPig began its inevitable campaign of conquest, it became imperative to recruit additional faithful to the cause.  Hence, the ever loyal and resourceful Danielle “No. 1” O’Brien was dispatched by the Founders on this necessary quest.  She searched far and wide, across the seas and distant provinces, enduring war and famine, brigands and disease, and never once did she falter in her resolve.  Nonetheless, a suitable candidate for WildPig service eluded her until she sought sanctuary in a dank suburban cave.  There, in the dim torchlight, she came across a lurking figure, clad in animal skins, and barely human.

Taking pity on the wretched creature, Danielle endeavored to communicate through a series of grunts, clicks and whistles.  While initially revolted by the man-beast’s seemingly natural inclination to decorate the cave walls with his feces, her keen mind soon grasped that this was a cry out, a plea for help.  Indeed, this once was a man.  The pair passed many months together, first as tutor/student, and then, perhaps inevitably, as lovers.  Yea, for it was James “The Voice” Hatton who emerged from that primal prison of mind and body, freed at last from the soul-searing scars of loss and expulsion, betrayal and regret.

The man that was, the beast that had been, was now more then a mere man.  Inspired by the love and generosity of his savior, “The Voice” became the advocate of the lost and the forsaken, the reviled and the downtrodden.  A champion now walks the earth, arm in arm with his beloved, spreading forth the Word of Pig.  Indeed, his appearances at our shop and various functions of state are the stuff of legend that inspire millions to frolic, make merry and mirth, and, of course, spend money.  So indebted are we to Mr. Hatton’s efforts on our behalf, that we maintain a psychotherapy team on permanent retainer to address the occasional flashback, as the accompanying photo so graphically illustrates.

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