The titles finished rolling and cut to the familiar sight of a man dressed in long black robes and a long white wig, sat upon a platform overlooking the rest of the studio floor. As the camera zoomed in on him, he began to speak:

"Hello and welcome to 'Justice!', the show which allows you to right some wrongs by subjecting someone you know to a cruel and unusual punishment. However, should our studio audience jury determine that you are bringing a spurious claim, then it will be you who is facing our unique brand of justice. But just how unique, cruel and unusual are these punishments I hear you ask? Well, lets remind ourselves what happened in or last episode, when 18 year old Alice attempted to get revenge on her mum for ruining her birthday."

The screen cut to show scenes from the previous episode, showing the arguments made by both Alice and her mum Kelly, followed by the result reveal and Alice's devastation at her mum being found not guilty. The screen then showed Alice's fearful face as she made her multiple plunges into the assorted tanks of mess. Finally, some previously unseen footage showed Alice being released from her personal hell, still dripping beans, curry sauce, mushy peas and gravy onto the floor from her final dunking, making a dejected and miserable shuffle back to the cage, all whilst Kelly was doing her best to stifle her laughter.

"So there you have it" spoke the judge who was now back on camera. "It is very high stakes here, and so lets see who are taking on the risk today. Plaintiff, please state your name, age and place of residence."

The camera cut to a woman of around 5'5, with a round face and athletic build, with long, straight dark brown hair reaching down to her lower back. She then began to speak:

"My name is Naomi, I am 27 years old and I live in Oxford."

"Thank you Naomi", said the judge. "And now for the defendant, please state your name, age and place of residence."

The camera cut to another woman, slightly shorter and with a more 'girl next door' style look than the plaintiff, which included glasses and wavy light brown hair down to her shoulders.

"My name is Vicky, I am 27 years old and I live in Aylesbury."

"Thank you too Vicky", said the judge. "Now Naomi, why are you attempting to prosecute Vicky today?"

The camera cut to Naomi who began to speak in a slightly over-dramatic tone:

"Well your honour, Vicky and I have been best friends since we met on the first day of secondary school, back when we were both 11 years old. I had assumed that after 16 years of friendship I could therefore trust her to sufficiently look after my dog whilst I was away on holiday. My dog is my absolute pride and joy, so I made sure that I gave Vicky enough money to buy the best food for him, such as chicken, beef etc. However, when I returned home, I found that Vicky had been feeding him normal dog food and had used the extra money to buy food for herself! I find this betrayal of trust a-ppal-ling and deserving of one of your finest punishments!"

"Well thank you for that, it really was something" said the judge, realising that today's show may be a little more light-hearted than some of the previous ones. "Vicky, what do you have to say in your defence?"

The screen cut to the shorter girl, who had clearly taken the same drama lessons as her best friend as she provided her dramatic response:

"Thank you for the opportunity to dispel this complete nonsense your honour. I agreed to look after Naomi's dog out of the goodness of my heart, however when I agreed to this I hadn't realised that this particular dog ate better food than one of the late queen's corgis! Honestly, a dog doesn't need fresh meat cooking for it every single evening. I work a 9 to 5 and don't have time in the evenings to be cooking two separate meals, one for me and one for a dog. I did come clean to Naomi about what I had done, and made sure that I gave her back any of the money I didn't use, which by the way wouldn't have happened if I had used it all on meat for the dog, so in many ways I made her a saving."

Before the judge had a chance to speak, Naomi cut in:

"Hold on a minute, you only came clean to me after I spotted the discarded dog food cans in the bin. If I hadn't spotted those I would have been none the wiser to your deceitful ways, and my poor little pooch would have had to suffer the ignominy of having to eat regular dog food without having the chance to get revenge. Also, who is to say that my dog would have even liked the food he was given. He may have been starving for two weeks for all I know, and all because of Vicky's selfishness to take the money for herself." She finished off her monologue sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

Vicky then responded as fast as Naomi had to her:

"Oh alright I wasn't going to tell you, but as you will have noticed your dog didn't waste away during the two weeks it had to eat the food that every other dog in the world eats. In fact, it seemed to quite enjoy eating regular dog food, so in many ways I have saved you money going forward as now you know your dog will eat food for about a fifth of the price you are currently paying. You may have noticed that there is a cost of living crisis going on, so really you should be thanking me, and the best way to do that I think would be to take on today's punishment, and I hope that the jury would agree with me." Vicky turned to speak directly to the studio audience as she completed her argument. The screen then cut to the judge:

"Well thank you very much ladies, you both make compelling arguments over what is an extremely important topic" the judge spoke with a distinct degree of sarcasm in his voice. "Now however it is up to our studio audience to decide whether Vicky is guilty or not guilty of feeding Naomi's dog sub-par food. For those at home, don't forget to join us for part two when one of these ladies will be wearing our equal parts fetching and humiliating prisoner's uniform, and taking on a very tenuously themed punishment."

"Hello and welcome back to the second part of 'Justice!'" the judge began after a break which seemed longer than usual. "Before the break we heard the claims of best friends Naomi and Vicky. Naomi claims that Vicky did not do a good enough job looking after her dog, as she fed her dog regular dog food as opposed to premium meat, and used the premium meat for her own meals. In her defence however, Vicky claimed that Naomi's dog was perfectly happy eating regular dog food and that she gave the additional money saved back to Naomi. I've been hearing from the production team that this is our closest ever vote, however before we reveal the verdict, we should reveal what one of our best friends will be facing. I promised before the break that it would be tenuously linked to today's case and we have not disappointed. Please bring in 'Prisoner 1', who is modelling our prisoner's uniform, and prepare to demonstrate today's punishment, as one of these ladies becomesthe 'Grot Dog'."

The crash test dummy 'Prisoner 1' was brought in by two stagehands dressed as policemen, the t-shirt and shorts as ever grey with small black arrows, embarrassingly short on both counts for whoever is wearing them, and made of cotton to ensure maximum liquid absorption and discomfort.

'Prisoner 1' was lead to a large ramp-like contraption on the other side of the studio. The ramp consisted of two sets of rails and at the bottom of the ramp was an empty pit, with the rails continuing down into the pit. Just above the pit on the rails was attached a rectangular mesh board on wheels, which featured straps on each corner to hold the victim's wrists and ankles in place similar to a torture rack. Above the ramp were five hoppers, one after the other climbing up the ramp, and to the sides of the ramp were two walled gutters which had been designed to look like hotdog buns, running back into the pit at the bottom.

'Prisoner 1' was placed onto the board, with the dummy's wrists secured above its head, and the ankles secured down below. The dummy's head was at the bottom of the board and was facing up to the ceiling, with their feet at the top pointing to the direction of expected travel. Once the dummy was strapped in properly, the board began to roll its way up the ramp, before stopping underneath the first hopper. The hopper, which was the length of the board, was filled with water and upturned, sending a cascade down onto the dummy below, completely soaking it. Additionally, whilst this was happening, sprayers underneath the board which were previously not able to be seen began firing at the underside of the dummy, ensuring the back received a soaking as well as the upturned front. This process continued 4 more times, the climbing up of the board to underneath the hopper, followed by the upturning of the hopper and the spray of the sprayers. Once the board had reached the top and the final hopper had tipped, the board rotated, such that the dummy was now facing the floor with its head pointed towards the pit. The pit was now filled with water, the gutters doing their job of collecting the excess from the hoppers and sprayers and directing it into the pit. The sprayers then all began spraying again, before the board began to roll back down the ramp towards the pit, the sprayers continuing to spray and hit the face and front body of the dummy as it travelled down. Eventually the board reached the bottom of the ramp, and continued along the rails underneath the surface of the water in the pit. It stayed there for a few seconds, before slowly raising up.

"Well there you have it ladies and Gentlemen" spoke the judge, the camera now back on him. "You've now seen what one of these ladies will be facing. Well, sort of. You see, for them it won't be water in hoppers and sprayers, oh no. Instead, we have some classic hot dog toppings which will be raining down. These will be ketchup, mustard, cheese, vegan chilli as we don't discriminate against vegans here (see episode two for details) and some extra greasy onions for texture. So, are things about to get nasty for Naomi or icky for Vicky? Well lets find out, because the verdict is in!"

The camera cut to the two best friends pointing at each other, mouthing to each other and holding their nose, the mocking beginning even before the result was revealed meaning that one of them was about to take an almighty fall.

"Would the foreman of the jury please stand" said the judge.

A man in the front row holding an envelope stood up.

"On the charge of feeding the plaintiff's dog sub-standard food, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

"We find the defendant" The man paused for a few seconds, really upping the tension as Naomi and Vicky continued pointing at each other. Eventually, the man completed his sentence;

"GUILTY!" he shouted triumphantly.

"OH YES, OH YES! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR MISTREATING MY POOR LITTLE POOCHY, HAHAHAHAHA!"

The triumphant cheers from Naomi were in contrast to the reaction of her best friend, who had said nothing but had put her head in her hands and was shaking her head. Eventually she stopped and ran her hands through her hair with a wry smile on her face, shaking her head at her jubilant friend. She could not do this for too long however, as her hands were soon cuffed behind her by the 'policemen' and she was lead down in front of the judge.

"Vicky" the judge began. "You have been found guilty of betraying the trust of your friend and giving her dog sub-standard food. Please take her down into custody and prepare her for punishment"

The 'policemen' then lead Vicky away backstage as she shouted "I'm going to get you back for this Naomi".

"Sure you will babe" came the reply from the victorious plaintiff.

The judge then addressed Naomi;

"So Naomi, how are you feeling with that verdict. Apparently there was just one vote in it."

"Well judge" Naomi began. "Whilst personally I feel the margin should have been greater, I am still delighted the jury sided with me. Vicky clearly mistreated my poor dog, and now she will face some ruff justice" Naomi made a dog style "ruff" as she said the word, eliciting a laugh from the audience and the judge alike.

"Very good" said the judge. He then continued "But someone who is not feeling good will be our guilty party, so lets bring her in."

Two policemen wheeled in the usual cage, which was housing Vicky, her hands cuffed through the bars. She was barefoot and dressed in the revealing prisoner's uniform, the t shirt stopping halfway up her stomach and the shorts reaching just about a third of the way down her thighs. Her hair was loose and down to just below her shoulders, and she was wearing her glasses, maintaining her girl next door style look, whilst also looking extremely attractive. Vicky was then uncuffed and the cage opened, the two 'policemen' leading her out and towards the board. As they walked past Naomi, she asked them to stop as she jumped down from her platform. Approaching Vicky, she took her glasses off and spoke to her best friend;

"Don't want these getting destroyed sweetie. Shame we can't do anything about your hair though" Naomi added as she ruffled her friend's hair and walked back up to her podium. Vicky responded with;

"One day, when you are least expecting it, I am going to get you back so good for this."

As she said this, she reached the board and was ushered to lie on the board with her head at the bottom next to the currently empty pit. Her arms were then taken and secured to the corners above her head, with her ankles secured to the corners at the top of the mesh board, the bare soles of her feet pointing up the ramp. Once she had been secured, the two 'policemen' moved away, Vicky now knowing she was steadfastly attached and vulnerable to all the mess soon coming her way. Whilst she would have preferred for Naomi to be in her position, there was still a bubbling air of excitement in her stomach, ready to take her punishment in relatively good spirits. The camera then cut to the judge who began to speak;

"Vicky, you have been found guilty of feeding your best friend's dog sub-standard dog food. Naomi left you with explicit instructions of what to feed her dog, however you betrayed her trust and had the delicacies for yourself. Well, now the jury have betrayed you and have decided that for your crimes you will receive some sub-par treatment and become our 'Grot Dog'. We hope this experience allows you to reflect on how sacred friendship is, and why it must never be betrayed. Commence punishment!"

As the judge finished his monologue he slammed down his gavel. As soon as he did this, Vicky felt an ominous jerk from the board, as her journey up the ramp began. It was a matter of seconds before she came to a halt under the first hopper. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face up in anticipation of the upturning of the hopper. What came first however was the spray of ketchup from the sprayers underneath the board. These had been strategically positioned to connect at three points, the back of her head, her bare back and the back of her shorts. As these fired she gave a small yelp and jumped, albeit not very far given her restraints. She felt a coldness from the spray, particularly the shots to her back and shorts. As she jumped, the hopper overturned, sending a waterfall of tomato ketchup over the front of the prone young woman. She turned from a human to a human shaped red blob, at least looking from above, with every part of her covered in the red sauce. Her face had been completely covered, and due to her being tilted backwards the ketchup continued to run over her face, even after the initial hit. Her t-shirt and shorts were already completely saturated, and had offered no protection whatsoever from the mess, resulting in her underwear also becoming completely saturated. She tried shaking her head a little to rid herself of some of the ketchup on her face, but could do very little with her limited movement, and any ketchup she did remove from her face simply flowed down into the pit for the grand finale. Despite her predicament however, there was still a small smile on Vicky's face, not enjoying the experience necessarily, but able to see the funny side.

Certainly seeing the funny side and most definitely enjoying the experience was Naomi. She was practically on the floor in hysterics and she had only witnessed the first hopper, however that was soon to change as Vicky began to rise up again for a few seconds, before once again coming to a halt. As with the ketchup, the sprayers sprayed the mustard on her underside first, before the hopper tipped, sending a cascade of Mustard down on the 27 year old. She had now gone from bright red to bright yellow, but was no less soaked to the skin, the mustard covering her entire body and head, with only really her arms and legs avoiding the assault. The board then continued on its journey, up to the third hopper filled with melted cheese. Vicky was expecting the sprayers to attack first again, however on this occasion the hopper upturned first, taking her by surprise. The cheese was slightly different to the ketchup and mustard, in that it wasn't necessarily as runny and wet as the previous two hoppers, but rather coated Vicky, sticking in her hair as it made it's descent down her body and the board. The sprayers then performed their role, in ensuring both Vicky's front and back received a covering, not that this would be avoidable once she completed her trip to the pit. Whilst Vicky was still in as good a spirit as possible for someone who had been covered in ketchup, mustard and cheese, she knew what was coming in the next two hoppers, and feared that the additional textures may make her experience considerably more uncomfortable and unpleasant than it currently was.

Vicky was jerked out of her thoughts by the movement of the board, up the ramp before stopping under the vegan chilli hopper. On this occasion, rather than either the hopper or sprayers going first, both went at the same time, causing a great deal of unpleasant sensations for Vicky. As she feared, the additional texture of the vegan chilli, featuring vegan beef mince, red kidney beans and chopped tomatoes, made this a nastier experience than the previously smooth drops. She could feel the bits of the chilli running down her shorts inside her underpants, down her top and into her bra and all over her face getting stuck in her hair. All of this really made her want to squirm, however her restraints made this impossible, and all she was able to do was move the chilli inside her bra and pants around, creating even greater levels of discomfort. Her movements were also resulting in the chilli falling off her and into the guttering below the board, running down into the pit which was nearing full capacity. The smell was also starting to get to Vicky, with her position resulting in the various foods running straight into her nose, so she was getting a full whiff of everything she was being covered in. She finally began to rise to the top of the ramp, for potentially the worst hopper of all. Whilst not as liquid as the others, she knew that the cold fried onions would stick to her like glue, and would provide a very powerful and pungent aroma. Additionally, she knew the grease from the onions would be an absolute nightmare to was from her body, let alone her hair. As she stopped underneath the hopper, she prepared herself for the worst. This time, the sprayers sprayed very quickly and violently, essentially just shooting out cold grease on Vicky's back, bum and head. The force caused her to give a small yelp before they subsided and the hopper overturned. The onions splattered down in one large clump, running all over the restrained young woman, and this was followed by the onion grease, giving her one final soaking before she travelled back down the ramp. As she suspected, the onions took a great liking to her hair, getting stuck in there with the help of the other ingredients already present, particularly the slightly thicker cheese. As the onions trickled down her, they made their way into the gutter and ran down into the pit, which was now brimming with mess, and with which Vicky was about to become very well acquainted.

Vicky heard the whirring of the mechanics before she felt the board turning, but both were nerve racking experiences, as she knew the final part of her journey was nigh. Following the flip of the board, she was now facing the floor, head pointing downwards to her final destination, the sloppy pit of disgusting mixed mess at the end of the ramp. The colours were a mass of yellow and red, with small bits of onion floating in amongst the vegan chilli and other smooth sauces. This was the part Vicky was most nervous about. Having the mess dropped on her was one thing, but total submersion was a different kettle of fish entirely. She could see Naomi on the side, still laughing her head off, although she didn't hold it against her too much, as she knew she would be doing exactly the same thing if she was in Naomi's position. Her attention was soon brought back to her own position however, as she saw the sprayers begin to spray and knew what came next. Her knowledge was correct, as the board began its descent down the ramp, with Vicky attached to the bottom. As she approached the sprayers she closed her eyes, but nothing could stop the spray assault on her face, followed by her bare midriff and finally her crotch. This trifecta of misery continued as she travelled down, being sprayed by onion grease, vegan chilli, cheese, mustard and finally ketchup. Her eyes were of course shut for the entire journey, meaning she was unaware of when she would enter the pit. She sure knew about it when she did however, the board with Vicky attached to it continuing its descent to underneath the surface of the pit. The smell was overwhelming in the pit, being surrounded by all the morass made it impossible to avoid, and Vicky was feeling the full force. The total submersion also resulted in the additional flood of ingredients into Vicky's underwear, both her bra and pants effectively being filled with bits of vegan mince, kidney beans and tomatoes, along with a few fried onions for good measure. The pit was also bitterly cold for the young woman, and so she was much happier when after a few seconds she felt herself raising out of the pit.

Once out, she was a real sight. Her face was dripping onions and chilli, along with the ketchup, mustard and cheese which had also saturated her. Her previously untouched arms, hands, legs and feet were also now completely covered in the sloppy foods. Her hair was now hanging down and was completely lank and saturated, bits of the vegan chilli and onions along with the grease meaning a thorough shower would be required. Not visible but most noticeable for Vicky were the sensations of the food which had filled her underwear. Whilst the rest of the punishment had been bearable and she could see the funny side, she found this aspect truly disgusting, and wanted nothing more than to get off the board and get to a shower. Before she could however, the judge and Naomi walked over, with the judge beginning to speak;

"Well, that is one truly grotty dog, and I can safely say I wouldn't want that on any hot dog of mine", pointing to the pit as he spoke. "We are in the business of justice however, so lets get some opinions on whether this was achieved today. Vicky, do you think justice was done?"

The judge thrust his mic under the mouth of the dripping young woman, who began to speak;

"Er, absolutely not judge. What has been done here was rather cold, smelly and uncomfortable, and I would like to know my rights of appeal."

"No appeals in this courtroom I'm afraid" replied the judge, keeping in the good spirit of the show. "And you Naomi, do you feel justice was done?"

"Oh absolutely judge, if anything I think even more punishment was required for what she did to my poor little poochy woochy." Naomi responded, playfully sticking her tongue out at Vicky once she had finished.

"OK thank you" said the judge. "I think I had better wrap this up before we all vomit at the over affectionate canine love over here. Do remember to join us next time however, when there will be another attempt to prosecute a dastardly deed, resulting in someone facing a quite unpleasant time. But for now, remember that if you can't take the grime, DON'T DO THE CRIME!"