The titles finished rolling with a gavel coming down and revealing the word "JUSTICE" in large capital letters on the screen. The screen then cut to a man dressed in black robes and a judge's wig, who began to speak to the camera.

"Hello and welcome to Justice, the show which allows members of the public to gain retribution against someone who has wronged them. Our plaintiff will state their case against the defendant, with a jury of their peers, our wonderful studio audience determining whether their case is worthy or not. If the plaintiff's case is deemed worthy and our defendant is found guilty, they will be subject to our cruel and unusual punishments. However, if our jury finds our defendant not guilty then our plaintiff will have wasted court time, and they themselves will find themselves on the receiving end of our unique brand of justice. Without further ado, it is time to meet today's plaintiff. Please state your name, age and where you reside."

The camera switched to a young blonde woman with wavy hair falling down to the top of her back, standing in a dock to the left of the judge who was looking down on her from his seat above.

"My name is Sophie, I am 22 years old, and I live in South London."

"Thank you, Sophie. And now it is time to meet our defendant. Please state your name, age and where you reside." said the judge.

The camera turned to another young woman, who bore a striking resemblance to the plaintiff, with almost exactly the same features.

"My name is Olivia, I am 22 years old, and I live in South London."

"Thank you, Olivia. Now Sophie, please explain why you have brought a case against Olivia today." said the judge.

"Well, as I'm sure you will have noticed, Olivia and I are identical twins and we live together in a shared flat in South London now that we have finished uni. Liv was washing my white clothes, but also put a red t-shirt in, resulting in all my white clothes becoming pink. Some of my absolute favourite tops were ruined by her clumsiness and lack of concentration, and I'm hoping that her punishment today will serve as a reminder to sort her head out and stop being so ditzy."

"Forceful stuff there" the judge said. "So Olivia, what do you have to say in your defence?"

"Well judge, yes it is true that I accidentally put a red t-shirt in whilst washing Sophie's whites, but I think you should really be asking why it was me doing her washing in the first place? Sophie almost never does any of the work around our flat, with it almost always being left to me to do the washing, cooking and general housework. If Sophie were not so lazy and actually did her work for herself, then maybe things like this wouldn't happen."

"Wow, Olivia is accusing Sophie of being lazy" exclaimed the judge. "Sophie what do you have to say in response to that?"

"That is of course ludicrous. I work in central London in a '9 to 5' which almost always starts before 9 and ends after 5. The reason Liv does so much more work around the flat than I do, is because she claims to be an 'influencer' and therefore spends most of her day filming dances on TikTok. She therefore has far more time on her hands to be able to do these sort of jobs, whilst I live and work in the real world, often leaving the flat at around 7:30am and not returning until 7:30pm. It only seems fair that she pulls her weight in that respect, ideally without ruining other people's clothes, many of which they have to use for their proper job!" Sophie finished her monologue by aiming the final sentence directly at Olivia.

The judge didn't even get a chance to interject before Olivia burst into her counter claim.

"Ha, my 'not a real job' earns me almost as much money as Sophie's 'oh so tough job', yet she constantly looks down on me for doing something I love and not being a corporate stooge. Everyone knows the digital age is where it is at, and I wouldn't be surprised if influencers like myself soon end up earning more than most of the office folk working in central London. Whilst it means I do spend more time at home, I'm not just 'dancing on TikTok', I have to arrange my diary, edit my videos and plan for my upcoming shoots, with original, entertaining content. Sophie meanwhile, does something with Excel which apparently means she can't lift a finger in the flat."

"Woah woah woah, thank you ladies, I think we have heard enough." the judge interjected before the knives really came out. "So ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is up to you to decide whether Olivia is guilty of the crime of ruining her sister's clothes, or whether the mitigating circumstances are enough for the case to be thrown out. Remember, a vote for guilty results in Olivia facing the punishment, whilst a vote for not guilty results in Sophie facing the punishment. Please place your votes now, and join us shortly for the second part where we will be revealing what today's punishment is and our prisoner's uniform which one of the girls will be wearing whilst facing the punishment."

"Hello and welcome to the second part of Justice!" spoke the judge from up high on his stand. "Before the break you heard the story of twin sisters Sophia and Olivia, with Sophia accusing Olivia of ruining her white clothes by washing them with a red t-shirt, whilst Olivia countered this by saying that Sophie is no help around the house, leaving all the jobs to her so it was understandable that she would make a mistake eventually. They then started ranting about jobs, but we cut them off before we went completely off topic!"

The judge then continued, "Now, we promised we would reveal today's punishment in this part, and we shall. We like to theme our punishments around each individual case, which is why either Olivia or Sophie will today be taking a spin inThe Sploshing Machine."

As the judge said this, a huge square box was wheeled in from the side of the stage. The box had a circular see through window and as the name suggested had clearly been designed to look like a washing machine, from the outside at least. From the inside however, it looked a little different, as there were a number of poles attached to the inside of the machine, all meeting in the middle at a large rectangular mesh board. Attached to each of the 4 corners of the mesh board were straps, designed for holding the wrists and ankles of the board's occupant in place.

Sophie and Olivia looked at each other with apprehension. They knew the premise of the show, however hadn't quite realised the scale of what would soon be coming one of their ways.

The judge walked over to the machine and gave it a pat, "Here it is, the Sploshing Machine, guaranteed to put one of Olivia or Sophie into a spin. But how does it work I hear you ask? Well, we felt that the best way to demonstrate this is to use our crash test dummy 'Prisoner 1', who is also modelling our prisoner's uniform which one of our ladies will soon be adorning."

A stagehand dressed as a policeman walked in holding a crash test dummy, which had been dressed in the show's prisoner's uniform. This consisted of a grey t-shirt with black arrows, featuring very short sleeves going just past the shoulder, with the t-shirt itself stopping just before the dummy's belly button. The shorts were also grey with black arrows, and in keeping with the theme of the t-shirt were also very short, barely reaching a third of the way down the dummy's thighs.
The mesh board inside the machine had been moved into a horizontal position, and the dummy was attached to the board in a star shape by the stagehand. As this was happening, the judge began to speak again;

"So there you see our uniform, albeit I'm not sure either Sophie or Olivia are too impressed by it."

The camera cut to the two girls who, true to the judge's words, had frowns at having seen the uniform one of them would soon be wearing.

"The other great thing", said the judge, "Is that the uniform is made entirely from cotton too, so offers absolutely no protection from anything that may come your way. Something indeed, like what you are about to witness. Please turn on the machine."

The board had moved into a vertical position with the dummy still attached to it, prior to the judge's words. On these words however, the board began rotating not just vertically, but also horizontally, the various poles attached to the board causing it to spin and turn in a hundred different ways. As this was happening, a compartment which was previously out of sight at the top of the machine released a torrent of water down upon the still spinning board and dummy. The water hit the bottom and sprang straight up sloshing around in the machine, which was the first sight that anybody had that not only were the poles attached to the board moving, but the walls inside were moving too. This continued, with three more compartments dropping water on the board and dummy, with a veritable tsunami now attacking the dummy from the water being flung about inside. Eventually the machine stopped, with both girls looking stunned at what they had just seen.

"So there you have it" spoke the judge, "This what either Sophie or Olivia will be facing very soon. However, it won't be exactly the same. You see, the theme of this show has very much been turning things red. So those 4 compartments at the top will not be dropping water, oh no. Instead, they will be filled with baked beans, tinned spaghetti, tinned tomatoes and tomato ketchup."

Both Sophie and Olivia stood with their hands over their mouths in stunned silence. They now realised one of them was going to be absolutely annihilated by this thing. The judge suddenly woke them up however, by proclaiming "I've just had word, the jury have come to a decision."

Both girls looked directly up at the judge, the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs. The judge looked at a man in the front row of the audience and asked him to stand, the man holding a card in his hand which had been passed to him whilst the demonstration of the Sploshing Machine was taking place.

"Foreman of the jury" the judge said speaking to the man, "On the charge of ruining the plaintiff's white clothes, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

The audience member looked at his card and paused, masterfully creating tension for both the watching audience and even more so Olivia and Sophie. He looked at his card once more before emphatically revealing the verdict:

"GUILTY!!"

"YES" screamed Sophie, whilst Olivia just stood in stunned silence trying to take in what she had just heard. She didn't have long though as the judge began to speak;

"Olivia, you have been found guilty of the crime of ruining your sister's clothes. As punishment for this crime, you are sentenced to take a ride in the sploshing machine. Please take her down into custody and prepare her for punishment!"

As the judge said this, two stagehands dressed as police officers took Olivia's hands and cuffed them behind her back. She was then led off her stand, still too overwhelmed to speak, and lead off the main studio, presumably to a changing room to change into the uniform she desperately did not want to wear. As she was being lead away, her sister heckled her with "Don't worry Liv, you look great in shorts!"

The judge spoke to Sophie;

"Congratulations Sophie, you have successfully prosecuted your sister for her crime, how do you feel?"

"Fantastic" Sophie replied. "Whilst I know this won't get my clothes back, at least this will go some way to righting the wrongs, not just of what she did to my clothes, but also for having the cheek to call me lazy."

"Well I'm glad that you are happy, however someone who is not happy is our newest prisoner who is now ready to face her punishment. Bring her in!"

The two 'policemen' wheeled in a small one person cage which had just enough room for someone to stand inside. Inside of course was Olivia, her hands cuffed to the bars of the chain, looking nervous and fearful, but also extremely hot in the tiny uniform. The t-shirt showed off some of her toned abs gained from her TikTok dances, whilst the very short shorts showed off the girl's long slender legs and bare feet. She still had her blonde wavy hair loose falling to the top of her back, as she stared at the judge contemplating what was to come.

"Please take the prisoner and strap her into the Sploshing Machine" the guard said to the 'policemen'".

The 'policemen' undid Olivia's handcuffs and opened up the cage. Olivia very slowly and reluctantly walked out, and was soon taken arm in arm by the 'policemen' and marched to the awaiting device. As this was happening, Olivia finally managed to find some words, turning her head round and speaking to her sister;
"Sophie, Soph please don't do this, I'll buy you new clothes, please I'm sorry, please!"

Olivia's pleas fell on deaf ears however, as Sophie just smiled and waved at her twin, who had now been escorted inside the device and was standing next to the mesh board. The 'policemen' ushered her to get onto the board, and she took a moment to compose herself before getting on and lying flat. At this, the 'policemen' quickly took hold of her wrists and ankles and secured them onto the board using the straps. Once they had finished, the only part of her body Olivia could move was her head. She knew there was no escape now.

The 'policemen' exited the machine and closed the large see through door behind them, which was cleverly positioned and protruded enough such that none of the mess in the machine would hit it, thus giving an unobstructed view of the helpless Olivia.

"Olivia" spoke the judge. "You have been found guilty of ruining your sister's white clothes and have been sentenced to a spin in the Sploshing Machine. We hope that this experience will allow you to reflect on your previous crime, and act as a deterrent for future crime. Now, let punishment commence!" With this, the judge gave a slam of his gavel, whilst at the same time in the machine, Olivia gave a nervous high pitched squeak, before the board began to spin.

Olivia was spun, up, down, left, right every way you could think of. It was as if she was in astronaut training. She was becoming extremely disorientated and had begun screaming as she spun, however something very quickly put a stop to the screaming. Unbeknownst to Olivia, the first compartment of baked beans had opened. She very quickly knew about it however, as when the compartment opened she was face up to the ceiling on the board, with her head moving upwards, resulting in her face crashing straight into the falling torrent of beans, with her screaming resulting in her receiving a healthy mouthful which she had to begrudgingly swallow, lest she open her mouth again and take another deluge.

On the outside, Sophie was having the time of her life, laughing hysterically at her sister's demise, filming the experience on her phone, despite the fact it would eventually be broadcast on telly.

Back inside the machine, the beans were now being thrown around, attacking every part of Olivia. Adding to the beans, the second compartment of tinned spaghetti then opened, this time hitting Olivia whilst she was upside down between her legs, the sensation of the spaghetti slithering into her shorts and underwear making her even more uncomfortable than she already was. Soon after, the remaining two compartments opened in tandem, splashing tinned tomatoes and tomato ketchup over the hapless Olivia, horizontal at the time of impact, the tinned tomatoes hitting her bare midriff and the ketchup attacking her face and hair. By this point the smell inside the machine was becoming overwhelming for Olivia, however with all her limbs steadfastly tightened, all she could do was spin and bear it. And spin she did, round and round, up and down, taking hit after hit of the tomato based amalgamation of slop which was being flung around inside the machine, every couple of seconds a hit to the face, hair, midriff, crotch or indeed anywhere else would come for Olivia, who was barely recognisable as Sophie's twin any more.

Finally, after what felt like hours for Olivia, the spinning began to slow, leaving Olivia tilted slightly forward but up right on the board. The door to the machine was opened, revealing Olivia in full to everyone in the audience and at home. And what a sight it was. This formerly glamorous 22 year old, reduced to a quivering orange and red splodge of vaguely human form. There was not a single part of Olivia that was dry, every part of her had been slathered in the tomato based muck she had just been spinning around with, and as promised the uniform had offered not even the most scant of protection from the deluge. Bits of beans, spaghetti, tomato and ketchup we dripping off the bedraggled girl onto the floor of the machine, as well as invading areas Olivia really wished they wouldn't. Her formerly luxurious, wavy blonde hair was now straight, lank and hanging down, saturated with tomato based sauces, and filled with beans, spaghetti strands and tomatoes. She had been found guilty and had suffered immeasurably.

Finally, the judge began to speak;

"So there you have it ladies and gentlemen, a fitting punishment for today's crime. Olivia, do you feel justice has been done?"

The judge thrust the microphone under the nose of the dripping girl, the mic itself getting some drops of bean juice off her hair.

"No" was all Olivia could meekly reply, completely defeated by her experience.

"And how about you Sophie, do you feel justice has been done?"

"Oh absolutely yes" replied the spotless twin. "I would say I will keep reminding Liv of this too, but by the looks of her I don't think she will ever forget."

"I think I would have to agree with you there" said the judge, who then continued to close the show. "Thank you all for watching, and please join us next week when we will see two more people vying to receive some justice. And remember, if you can't take the grime, DON'T DO THE CRIME!"