Full Body Inflation

This was going to be one of those days.

A squirt emitted from an invisible hole in the cup, just as Teywa tried to take a sip from it. Smelly brown liquid, a terrible parody of a coffee, splattered all over her white shirt, ruining it forever.

On the background an ear-cutting sound repeated itself over and over, along with hits and bumps. Another unfortunate soul tried to get some coffee from one of those ancient wedding machines. They still used paper currency here, would you believe?

Beth stared beyond the cash register, beyond the small dining area, out through the glass windows into the depths of the cool New England night. It was dark and alien, an infinite shroud broken only by the steady rhythm of the streetlamps that lined the small road out of town. The boredom was soul numbing. She could not for the life of her fathom why a Burger Wiz should be open so late at night, and who in their right mind would be hungry enough for one of their slimy grease pucks in the dead of night.

It was an old machine, the wood nicked, the lacquer yellowing from age, and the brass tarnished.  Behind the panes of glass was an animatronic wizard behind an opaque crystal ball, his threadbare robes and the paint on his porcelain face faded from the sun.  Atop the wooden cabinet was a sign.  "TOZLAR THE POWERFUL," it read.