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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Jupiter Joy Juice/ A day in the life of the twilight zone Pulling off of the main road, the two ladies were interested in the odd looking space craft thingy atop a small structure. A sign reading “Jupiter Joy Juice” hung from the nose down to a small coin operated dispenser. Upon depositing the quarter required, frustration set in as the cup dropped and nothing happened. Beth, not to be taken for her money, walked around to the back of the dispenser, and found there, a set of stairs. Thinking they led to an office, she walked up them, where, sure enough there was a door. It was unlocked. Being less curious, Marge stayed by the dispenser. As Beth stepped into the room she was perplexed as she squeezed around the circular disk partition partially blocking the way, just inside the door. A very low hum was making the room vibrate slightly. Seemingly empty, she turned to leave but now the disk was blocking the door. It was rotating. She noticed it was inching toward, forcing her to move further into the room. So odd, but it appeared to be attached to the long shaft down the middle of the room. The shaft was definitely turning and seemed to be speeding up. Looking forward, she was terrified to see another such disk directly in front of her. Whatever this contraption was, it was forcing her to keep moving forward. Just as she reached what had to be the far side of the room, the floor suddenly fell out from under her as a trap door sprang open. The noise of apparatus was hidden by the hurdy gurdy music now coming from outside. The noise also hid her scream as she was processed by an array of knives, rollers, clamps, and steamers. She was reduced to three gallons of bright red liquid in a vat. As Marge noticed ice in her cup, a delightfully red colored drink began filling it. She was glad Beth had found the problem. She called her. “Beth, come on dear, we really have to get going.” No answer followed, so she strolled back toward the stairs with her delicious drink. “Beth? Beth! calling again. What is going on?” she thought, heading up the stairs to take a look. A young couple was pulling into the driveway, just as she went through the door. June 11, cgh
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