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Foreword:
In
this new dystopian world we live in, where the Nazi Playbook is in
play, and history is repeating itself, Donald
J. Trump has
decided that in order to save even more money, he must order the
disposal of ALL of the disabled people that can't work and usually
these people wear diapers full time. He also wrote the wording of the
orders for forced disposal of the disabled, to be forced to wear
diapers for three months, 24/7 prior to their disposals and then
during the entire disposal process.
*The
Mind cannot distinguish the difference between imagination and
reality.”
In
the early morning hours of Wednesday, the final day that Adam was
going to be at home with his mom, his dad, his two brothers, also
still in diapers due to disabilities, Adam's mom came in to change
his diapers and get him ready to go to the junkyard where the family Ford van was being taken. Adam's mom had thoroughly explained to him
that he, his diapers, clothing, diaper bags, his stuffed animals, and
all of the leftover clean cloth pre-fold diapers, plastic and rubber
pants, onesies, opened and unopened packs of his clean disposable
diapers as well as any of his wet cloth and disposable diapers were
already inside the van waiting to be taken to the junkyard to be
left there. The man who owned the Junkyard said that he was willing
to take the van as junk and it didn't matter what was inside of
it, all that mattered was that when the van arrived at the
junkyard, it had to be weighed, then the tires and wheels had to be
taken off and the fuel tank, the engine and transmission had to come
out and then the van would go directly to the staging area where
it would wait to be crushed. The man who owned the junkyard, met Adam
while his mom and dad came to the junkyard to inquire about how much
they could get for their old Ford van which had a lot of diapers in it
and would have their diapered son inside.
The
owner began to explain to Adam's mom and dad that The current US
President had a new program that allowed him to take “Disabled” people no matter what age they were, and in any condition and that it
didn't matter what they were wearing. The owner continued to explain
that these disabled person MUST be wearing diapers for the entire
process from arrival until their disposal is complete.
Owner of the Junkyard: Hi there Adam, nice to meet you. Your mom and dad brought you here to be crushed inside the van they are beinging to me. I see that you are wearing nice, thick disposable diapers with cloth pre-fold diapers underneath. I sure hope they will hold you over until you, your diapers and the van are loaded into my crusher.
Adam: Do...you care what condition my diapers and I are in before you load them and I into the crusher?
Owner of the Junkyard: No, afraid not! It doesn't matter what condition that your diapers and you are in, I don't care if they are wet, dry, ripped, torn or not. You and everything inside the van are going to be crushed, no matter what! Now, I also own everything that is inside the van once I pay your dad for the van. That means that I also own you and the diapers and I can do...whatever I want to you and with you and the diapers.
Adam: (Looking a bit concerned) Will my diapers be getting changed once the van becomes yours?
Owner of The Junkyard: Nope! I don't care if your diapers are wet or not. Far as I care, you...can stay in the diapers you have on. If you know how to change yourself, then you can do so while you are in the van. While you are in the van, you HAVE to stay in the van, you won't be allowed to walk around. Understand? I may....let you come out for just a few minutes during the day, or just before I leave for the day. I am going to make sure you can't get out of that van overnight so....maybe by the next morning, we may be able to load the van you're in, into my nice crusher. Oh, before I forget, I have to take you and all of those diapers, onesies and sleepers over to the scale to weight them and you. You WILL need to be weighed so that I can get paid for the weight when you are brought here.
Adam: So, when will you take me to weigh my diapers, onesies and all of my stuff and I?
Owner of The Junkyard: Hmmmm.....I may do that in the next...oh.....few hours or so after you arrive.
Adam's Mom: Ok....sweetie, ready to...go back home for a few days until it's time to bring the old van here?
Adam: Um....ok....(Waving to the Owner of the Junkyard) Bye.....
Owner of The Junkyard: Ok...bye-bye....see you soon.....
With that, Adam's mom and dad put him back into their big SUV and buckled him into the seat before getting in and driving back home. Adam's father was busy talking about how they were going to load the old Ford van up with all of Adam's diapers, onesies, sleepers, plastic pants, rubber pants, his pocket cloth diapers, his 3,000 cloth pre-fold diapers and all 300 packs of opened and unopened plastic-backed disposable diapers that night so that by morning the van would be ready to go to the junkyard. Once Adam, his mom, dad, and younger diapered 14 year old brother and his older 17 year old diapered brother got home, Adam's mom took the three boys into their room to have their diapers changed so they can be ready to eat dinner. Once the three boys were wearing nice, clean thick, bulky, crinkly, plastic-backed disposable diapers, then their mom told them to get to the table and sit down. They did, sitting at their usual chairs. Adam was one of the boys that mom wanted to hand-feed l, diaper, and care for as though he were still 1.5 or 2 years old. Mom insisted on this because "it was in his best interest". Now, tonight was the last night at home for Adam. Mom decided that she was going to pick the onesie he was going to wear and the pants he was going to wear to the junkyard. Adam was going to be able to choose what diapers he wanted to wear to the junkyard the next morning.
Adam: (Being layed down onto the diaper changing table by his mom) Mom? Do...I have to go to the junkyard tomorrow?
Mom: Yes, sweetie, you do. see, your dad and I can't afford you any more AND the current president doesn't want any more disabled people because then it costs too much to take care of people like you that can't do much. We have orders to dispose of you and all of your diapers, clothing, toys, stroller and anything else that belongs to you. The junkyard was willing to take you, your diapers, clothing, toys, stroller and what belongs to you. The junkyard is going to pay us for the weight of your diapers, clothing, toys and you, whatever you weigh. Then, once they are done weighing you, your diapers, clothing and anything else, you and everything will go into the van and may need to stay there until they say otherwise or until it's time to crush the van.
Adam: You mean.....my diapers, my clothing, toys and diaper bags are all going to get crushed in our old van at the junkyard?
Mom: UM...yep! that's right. Once they buy the van and everything inside, that includes you, then you and your diapers and things will then belong to them, to do with as they see fit, and YOU...little man, won't have....a choice! Now, I am going to choose what clothing you will be wearing to the junkyard, and before you ask, yes, you CAN choose the diapers you will be wearing.
Adam: Why can't I just wear only my diapers and say...a t-shirt?
Mom: OH because, I want you to be wearing something nice and comfortable until we get to the junkyard. THEN...I will take off anything you don't want to wear before I put you into the van.
Adam: Are.....you....going to change my diapers before you put me into the van?
Mom: UM, well, we will see. I may...or I might not. I WILL however....check your diapers one last time and see if they need to be....if they do, then I will, if they aren't that bad, then I won't.
Adam: Did that man at the junkyard say that he was going to change my diapers or not?
Mom He told you that if you...want to change your own diapers, then you can, otherwise, you will just have to stay in the ones you have on. He doesn't care what you have or don't have on. He doesn't care if your diapers are wet or not. Now, what....diapers would you like to wear to the junkyard.....(Going to the closet where my diapers are and opening the door) Pick ANY of these disposable diapers and or any of your cloth pre-fold diapers and any of the pocket cloth diapers you wish to wear to the junkyard.
The old 1985 Ford van, is going to the junkyard with your diapers and you inside and the owner said it doesn't matter what's inside. He isn't going to care about your diapers or you either.
Mom diapers Adam and then stuffs Adam's diaper with the large amount of used baby wipes into the crotch of his thick, bulky plastic-backed Huggies For Him Storytime XL disposable diapers via the left leg elastics, which some of the wipes now stick out from the leg elastics, then she put one of his onesies on then puts a pair of cargo pants on him then his shoes and socks.
Mom sits me down inside my seat just behind her in the front passenger seat then fastens my seatbelt before tossing my fully stocked diaper bags, both of them, one for my cloth pre-fold diapers and one for my disposable diapers; then puts four packs of my Huggies Disposable diapers on the seat to my left.
Then she closes the door and gets into the passenger seat and buckles her seatbelt.
We waiting for a few minutes while my dad did a few final checks on the trailer before he got in, started the SUV then drove to Auto Recyclers WY.
As we turned into the junkyard, dad drove into the back where the scales were. The junkyard weighed the trailer with all Adam's diapers, onesies and sleepers inside then motioned for dad to drive over to an area where the forklift operator could pick the van up and set it down near the trailer so that dad could move the SUV. Dad moved about 100 or so feet then stopped. Mom opened her door then opened my door to get Adam out.
The owner of the Junkyard walks over to where Adam's mom is getting ready to walk Adam to the van and put him in;
Mom changes my diaper then puts my folded-over wet diapers next to me on my left side on the van's floorboard as she opens the new Modified Pampers Size 8 diaper with three Tranquility Booster Pads inside. Then mom opens up one of Adam's Tranquility All-Through-The-Night diapers in size medium and slides it underneath his already thickly diapered bottom then pulls the front of the diaper up and fastens the tapes. Then, mom takes the whole wad of used baby wipes (over 60) and stuffs them all into the left leg elastics of Adam's clean disposable diaper. A quite a few of the wipes now stick out of the leg elastics.
The owner of the junkyard rubs his hands together.
Junkyard Owner: Hi, Adam, uh...after your mom gets done with you, I need to.....take you and all of your diapers over to our scales and weigh you and them. Once we're done with that, I will take you and the diapers over to the van and...put you and them in. If you want anything, water, food, until it's time to load the van into our crusher, either myself or someone here can get whatever you need. Have...any... questions for me?
Adam: Will....I...get my....diapers changed until it's time to get crushed?
Owner of the Junkyard: No, afraid not. If...you can do it yourself, then....by all means, do so, otherwise, you will just have to....stay like that.
Adam: Why...do you need to....weigh me?
Owner of the Junkyard: It's so that after the van gets crushed, and I take the van to the other place that buys my scrap, they weigh everything and I may need to explain the weight.
Adam: Does it....matter what's inside the vehicles when it's time to crush them?
Junkyard owner: No, it doesn't. Whatever is in the vehicles, gets crushed inside the vehicle. We will be loading other pieces of metal inside there before the van gets crushed.
Adam: Even if....I...am in there?
Junkyard Owner: Yes, even...if you are in one of the vehicles.
Adam: Do you...care what condition my diapers and I are in?
Junkyard owner: No, not....really. If...one of my customers wants to say....buy the diapers from the van, .....I will let them, otherwise, whatever is left in the vehicle when we load it into our crusher, is getting crushed, that....includes you.
Adam: What if...a customer wants my diapers and I?
Junkyard owner: While that is not that likely to happen, if, for some reason it does, I may charge a...finder's fee and a storage fee and let them take you, otherwise, you will just have to....stay inside the van until it's time to crush it. There's...no walking around, don't....excessively bother my employees, and when I am here, during the day, I might let you out for a little bit, maybe....you can... help me do a few things, otherwise, I want you to stay in the van at all times. I don't care WHAT you do in there, when we load the van, you...will know it.
As my mom finishes changing my diapers, she leaves my semi-wet diapers in the van and then says good-bye to me, and leaves, waving to the owner of the Junkyard as she heads to the SUV and gets in. The owner comes over to me, grabs my left hand and walks me over to the scales as one of the employees carries all of Adam's diapers over to the scales. As we approach the scale, the owner instructs me to stand on the scale while he goes in and instructs the woman there what to do.
Junkyard Owner: Alright....now, wait there...for me...ok? It's....going to be just a bit....
The owner steps inside and talks with a woman inside then he opens the door and leaves to go do something else. Then the woman opens the door then steps out.
Scale-House lady: O...K....now you can step off the scale and....come with me. (Grabbing Adam's left hand in her right)
Adam: NOW....where are you...taking my diapers andI? (Diapers crinkling loudly as I walk)
Scale-House Lady: I am....taking you back to the van. Once I put you in there, you HAVE to stay in there! Now.....do...you...want anything? Water? We have some pints of milk in the refrigerator....????
Adam: Some...milk and some water will be good.
Scale-House Lady: Sure, I will get you those as soon as I get my break. (Walking me across the yard, over to the van with the open door and making sure that I got into the van) (Standing next to the van between the passenger door and the open sliding door) Alright, now...I am closing this door, you are not allowed outside of this van unless one of our staff lets you out, understand? (Slides the door closed then waves and walks back to the Scale-House. Adam looks around to find a comfortable spot inside the van to lay. He lays on his back and begins to fumble around with the diapers inside. About an hour later, the door opens and the Scale-House Lady brings two pints of milk and four bottles of water.
Scale-House Lady: Do....you...need...anything else?
Adam: Um...no....I am good. Um...do...you know...when this....van is being crushed?
Scale-House Lady: No...I actually don't. I can...find out....(Grabs radio and calls out to find out when the van is being crashed. A few minutes later, her radio chirps with the voice of the owner)
Junkyard Owner: That Van is scheduled to be crushed tomorrow afternoon.
Scale-House Lady: Did you....hear that? This van is scheduled to be crushed tomorrow afternoon. You...look comfy in your...thick diapers. They look...cute on you. I'm sorry things have to be this way....
Adam: PLLLLLLEASE! Don't let them crush my comfy diapers and I!
Scale-House Lady: Sorry, it's....not up to me. If it were, I might take you and your diapers home with me. You and your....diapers are...now property of our junkyard and what the owner says.....goes. Well, I still have a few minutes left of my lunch hour....I am going back to work now....and leaving you in the van. (Closes door and walks away) About two hours go by and there has been a lot of vehicles being carried over to the crusher staging area. Then, I heard the engine of the forklift coming closer then slowing down. Then I heard it come very close, as though it were right next to the van. Suddenly, the van rose then bounced a bit as the forklifift slid the forks underneath the van and lifted it. I kneeled on my knees peering out of the passenger side window of the van and indeed the forklift operator had come to take the van over to the crusher staging area. I banged my open palm on the window and the forklift operator saw me...looked right at me....waved but didn't seem to care that I was in the van.
Adam: HEEY!!! I...am IN...here! Let....me...out! Heeeey! (Banging my hand on the window) Where....are....you...taking me? Heeey!
The forklift operator carried the van over to a stack of other vans and put the van on top of another van, a chevy van. Then it backed away. After what seemed like a few minutes, the forklift returned with a large, white Ford van. The forklift operator put that van right next to the one I was in on top of another van.
The van I was in, was all boxed in so that the doors couldn't open enough for me to get out. The daylight seemed to be telling me that it was between 3:30 pm and 4:30 pm. I knew that....once the junkyard opened the very next day, that operations were going to begin, preparing to load each of the vans and cars into the crusher. As the day progressed into evening, the junkyard began to quiet down almost to a dead silence except for the occasional sound of a loud vehicle driving past the yard...Adam began to get comfortable inside the van as the sun began to set. Adam's diaper was now almost soaked. It was quite bloated and heavy not to mention nice and squishy. Adam rummaged around his diapers and found a pack of his Luvs Deluxe Phases for boys diapers and opened them. He got a couple out and began opening them. They were SO soft and crinkly! Adam began to rub the diapers against his face, cheeks because they of how soft they were. As Adam was playing with the diapers, another vehicle was placed near the van then the forklift left. Then, it seemed as if the junkyard closed. Darkness closed around the van. It was SO....dark in the van, and so...quiet....that Adam could hear his own breathing. Around 10:00 pm, Adam began to get tired. He layed down and went to sleep.
In the morning, Auto Recyclers Wyoming opened up and began getting ready to crush all of the vehicles. The owner of the Junkyard was there, drinking his big ole cup of coffee. He was wearing his button-up shirt, a pair of work pants and his steel-toed shoes as he began to give orders to everyone on what to do. The owner walked over to the stacked vans and looked at them. He saw how the van I was in was boxed in and gave a look of gratitude that these vehicles were finally being crushed and out of his way. He wondered how I was inside the van as he turned his gaze towards the advancing forklift. As the forklift operator began to take the first vehicles from the stack, Adam, inside the van woke up with a start and a snort. Adam sat up, propped himself up with his arms and hands and then realized that it must be time to start crushing the vehicles.
Owner of the Junkyard: (To the forklift operator) I want....the van with the diapered boy/man inside it, to go first. Ok?
Forklift operator: Ok....will...do.
The forklift operator began to move the vehicles around so that they could get the van Adam was in, loaded into the crusher. Adam kneeled on his knees and hobbled over to the window to see what was going on outside. Just in time for the forklift operator to slide the forks underneath the van and tilt it back as it lifted it into the air. The van bounced a lot as the forklift backed out and away from the staging area. Adam banged on the window as the forklift operator looked directly at Adam and smiled. The forklift operator knew that Adam and his diapers were getting crushed in a few minutes and the evil grin that the forklift operator wore became a smile of friendliness, as the van bounced around as the forklift carried it over to the loading end of the crusher. Once at the crusher, the van rose slightly then it leveled off some as the forks positioned the van onto the intake slider of the crusher. The diapers shifted and Adam fell to all fours for a second as the van was put down. Behind the van, was a large, hydraulic pusher blade that moved back and forth along a long track of flat steel that the vehicles were put on. The van was placed on the track and then the slider began to move! It slammed against the van's rear then the van began to move closer and closer to the opening of the crusher.
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As the van entered the first part of the crusher, Adam heard the loud engine of the crusher get louder as the crusher blade rose up into position, like a giant steel foot, getting ready to crush a soda can!
The crusher blade crushed the front of the van first, then, when it was done....it rose up again as the van moved forward and deeper into the crusher. Then, the crusher blade came down again...slowly crushing the front part of the van down.
As the roof began to come down on the diapers and Adam, Adam instinctively stuck his arms out to try to stop the roof....forgetting that this was completely frivolous!
As the roof continued to come down, Adam prepared for the metal to come down onto his body! Then, the van moved again, the vehicle behind his, pushing against the rear, then, the roof began to cave in more and more and more. The packs of disposable diapers, cloth pre-fold diapers all began to get knocked over, falling all over Adam's diapered body.
The roof continued downwards as the crusher blade pressed hard against it, crumpling the metal as Adam inside began to yell;
Adam: Heeeeeeeeeey!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeey! Stoooooooooop! Let.....me..... out! My....diapers are getting....squished! I...am out of space here! Nooooooo!!! Stoooooooooop!!!!!! HEEEEEEY!!!! let.....me...out!
Adam: Heeeey! Stoooooop! Noooooooooooooooooo! I...don't WANNA be crushed! Stooooop!
Suddenly, the machine stopped for a bit, then someone came over to the back of the van and removed the headliner off the roof and then Adam saw the camera.
Adam: Can....I...get out...now....please?
Man working the crusher: No, afraid not. I...am just....moving the headliner so that the camera can see better and in a few more minutes, I will ne back to take the camera and then, the final crushing will happen. Sorry, it's just.....how we do things here. So....lay back down....and get nice...and comfy....your...final ride is about to begin....son....
Before too long, about 15 to 20 minutes later, a couple of men came back over to the back of the van to load in some more metal, and a large above-ground steel tub into the back of the van.
Adam: HEY! What...are you doing? Why are you...moving stuff around and....why are you putting more stuff in here?
One of the men spoke;
Junkyard Employee: We.....are loading more metal in here so that the van is heavier! That way, when we sell this thing, we can get maximum amount of money for all the weight, and that....includes YOU, your...diapers and...all this metal! See...this...big ole tub here, weighs quite a bit! A good way to....get rid of stuff too!
Then, one of the men takes the camera out of the van, then mounts it to the pressure blade or the vehicle advancement device then he steps around to the side then moves the advancing device back in preparation for the next vehicle to be loaded.
About 20 minutes later, another large van was loaded up onto the intake rail of the crusher.
Suddenly, the forklift operator returned carrying another van which they put right behind the first one Adam was in. That van, suddenly moved quickly, then slammed against the back doors of the van Adam was in. This caused the opened pack of Luvs Deluxe Phases for boys to fall over and spill out most of the diapers inside as the rear roof got crushed down, pressing the roof and his diapers against his diapered body, pinning him down inside. Then, the van advanced past the crusher and out.
Adam was still alive inside the crushed van, his diapers were pinned and a few of the packs had burst open, spilling smashed diapers all over Adam's diapered body, covering his head and face.
That afternoon, Adam's mom and dad brought Adam's younger diapered brother to the junkyard along with HIS diapers, onesies, the two fully stocked diaper bags, one for the cloth pre-fold diapers and the other for the disposable diapers. The Junkyard owner already had agreed to take Adam and his two diapered brothers as well as all of their diapers and anything else. Adam's mom and dad drove up and into the junkyard and parked. Since this junkyard allows viewers to choose which vehicles get crushed, this allowed Adam's now former mom and dad to choose which vehicle Adam's diapered brother was going into. Adam's younger diapered brother was a twin brother as was the older diapered brother. The differences were the hours of birth. Adam's former mom got out of the SUV and waited for the owner to meet her. Once the owner came over, she handed him the signed custody papers of Jake and Andy. Andy was the next one to get crushed in one of the next vehicles.
Adam's Mom: Hi....we brought our other diapered son and all of HIS diapers, onesies, sleepers, both fully stocked diaper bags, and his stroller.
The Junkyard owner looked at Andy inside his large sized jogger stroller and then put his index finger and thumb to his chin as he scanned the yard for a vehicle that Andy could be put into.
Junkyard Owner: Ah, good. (Looking down at Andy in his stroller) Nice to meet you. Sorry that things have to be this way. Your...mom just signed you and your things over to me. I am now responsible for you and your diapers, clothing and stuff. I have official custody of you. Know what THAT means....right?
Andy: Um...What does it mean?
Junkyard Owner: It...means...that....you, your...diapers, stroller, diaper bags and anything else of yours....is going into one of the vehicles that soon is going to be crushed. Now....what...vehicle....should I put you in....hmmmmmm! How....about....the....(pointing to a redish Chevy Blazer) that one....??? Yeah, I am putting you...and your diapers in that one! It's being crushed soon.
Here....come...with...me....(walks behind Andy's stroller and pushes it over to the vehicle) Alright....now....(coming around to unbuckle Andy from the jogger stroller) I...need you to....go into this vehicle for me....and then your mom will....check your diapers to make sure they don't need changed or do, while your diapers and things are loaded into this vehicle. Then, in just....a bit here, either myself or one of my employees will come and take you, your diapers and things over to our Scale-House to be weighed.
Andy: Why do you have to weigh my diapers and I?
Junkyard Owner: Well....we weigh everything so that we know how much heavier the vehicle will be because we get more money the more each vehicle weighs. That's why we sometimes fill the vehicles with metal before we crush them. We will be putting some metals into the vehicle, before we load it into the crusher. Now, here are some of the rules: You can't be out of this vehicle without one of us around...ok? If either myself or my employees come to take you out for some reason, that's when you can be out of the vehicle, otherwise, you have to stay in here at ALL times. The second rule; If you need something, if there are any of my staff around, they can get you some....water or something to drink. Just don't bug them too much. Now, my forklift operator will be taking these vehicles over to our nice, big ole crusher. They will be in and out for the next couple of hours until all of these vehicles are in the crusher, this includes, the one you're in.
Andy: Will....the forklift operator care if I am in here or if I need something?
Junkyard Owner: Well, not really. They know you're in there and the general rule is, "it doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when they are crushed"....even if it's a diapered person such as yourself. When it's time to be crushed, the forklift operator will carry the vehicle you're in over to our crusher, then, it will be crushed, with you and your diapers still inside.
Andy: Let me ask you this....what if my diapers are wet and need changed? Will someone change my diapers?
Junkyard Owner: No, none of my employees will change your diapers. If you are wet, if you can change your own diapers, then do so. Otherwise, you will just have to stay like that. We don't care WHAT....you do while you are in the vehicle, when it's time to crush it, it's going in....no matter what. Some of us have bets on how long you will last after being crushed in the vehicle. Your brother lasted until our scrap buyers shredded the van. We may bet among ourselves how long YOU will last.....
Now....do...you have any...more questions for me?
Andy: Yeah.....how long will I be in here before it goes into the crusher?
Junkyard Owner: Well, it could be as soon as this afternoon OR we may wait until tomorrow morning to crush this vehicle. We will JUST...have to see. Now....your mom has finished loading your things in the vehicle and....I see that your....stroller is in the back of it.....now....do....you want anything to drink?
Andy: May I have.....some ofvmy baby bottles of water and if you have any, may I have some milk? My mom has four of my baby bottles of milk in my diaper bags. Can you find them and get them to me?
Junkyard Owner: OH....yeah.....your...mom gave your diaper bags to my daughter and she has them. I will see that they are brought here and put in, and that your bottles🍼 are brought to you. Well, it may be a little while before we take you and your diapers and stuff over to our scale-house to weigh them and you. Just ..hang out here,ok?
With that, the owner walks away to go do other stuff. About an hour or two later, the scale-house lady came over to the vehicle that Andy was in with a cart and opened the door.
Scale-house lady: Hi, Andy....right? I...am here to bring you, your....diapers and things over to the scales to weigh them and you...ok? You...sure look nice and comfy in your thick, bulky diapers. Now...would you like to walk or would you like to go into this cart with your diapers and things?
Andy: In the cart....
Scale-House Lady: Ok...come here, there...o...k...UP....you go....(laying Andy into the cart) There....now...let's get...your nice, comfy diapers all loaded in....ok?
Andy: When are they...going to...load the vehicle I'm in, into the crusher?
Scale-House Lady: I, actually don't know. That's up to the boss. (Tossing a pack of vintage Huggies Disney-Print diapers into the cart.) Don't worry, I'm sure it won't be.....TOO long. They have a LOT of vehicles to crush today and tomorrow.
Andy: What if... I am still alive after the vehicle is crushed?
Scale-House Lady: Then....you'll just have to make rhe best of it until the scrap company buys the scrap then sends it through a large shredder I guess. (Tossing the piles of cloth pre-fold diapers into the cart) Well, ready to....get weighed??? Here....we... go....(Rolling the cart across the yard to the Scale-House.)
Once the cart was rolled over to the scales, the lady took out the diapers then she got Andy out of the cart and made him stand on the scale while she recorded the weight.
Then she printed the ticket with the weight on it then added it to the salvage title of the vehicle Andy was in. Then she came back outside to re-load Andy and his diapers back into the cart.
Scale-House Lady: O.....K.....wasn't that...fun?
Now....it's time to....go back into the vehicle....are you ready?
Andy: Awwwwe....MAN! Do....I...have to?
Scale-House Lady: I'm afraid you....do sweetie. Let's...get you and the diapers all loaded up...ok? Alright....(inserting her hands under Andy's arms) IN....ya...go.....(Grunting some as she lifts Andy up and lays him into the cart) There......Now.....the...diapers....are these...nice...and comfy for you? (Making small talk as she worked)
Andy: Yes miss, they are. They feel like silk against my skin. I kinda like it when they are wet....they seem to get softer
Scale-House Lady: Really? Wow! I....never knew that. That's....interesting. (Rolling the cart across the yard towards the vehicle)
Andy: May I get those bottles of water I asked for earlier?
Scale-house lady: Oh...Yes....right....I completely forgot! I will bring you six bottles rather than 4. Thanks for reminding me.
Andy: Once I am back in the vehicle, does anyone care what I do in there?
Scale-house lady: No, not at all. Nobody cares.
Andy: Who...do I call my Mom and who is my Dad?
Scale-house lady: Ya know....that....is a.....VERY.....good question.......that....I don't have the answer to. (Thinking a moment as the cart arrives at the vehicle) Well ....you ....could.....call ..the owner....DAD.....and his wife ..Mom ...since legally....they ..do have ...your custody....and you ....could call ....me, aunty.....(Opening the door of the vehicle, tossing the loose diapers into the floorboard in the backseat then the stacks of cloth pre-fold diapers and the loose All-in-one diapers.)
Andy: O..K.......Aunty....it must be...time to go into the vehicle now...huh?
Scale-House Lady: Yep! Here...need help getting out of the cart? (Inserts her hands under Andy's arms like two forklift forks and picks Andy up and puts him down onto his feet) There....now....get in and lay on your back....for me....right there on the...uh...backseat there....ok....now...I am going to....hand you a pack of your....Huggies Disney-Print diapers...(setting the pack on Andy's right leg against the seat) There.....OH....here....(grabbing some more loose disposable diapers and putting them into Andy's chest) I almost forgot these....I will....go and get your....pajama suit and put it in against the seat there....OK? If I forget...I will give your pj suit to the man operating the crusher and he...will put it in there...OK?
The Scale-House lady puts a few of the Disney print Huggies Disposable diapers into the front seat due to lack of room everywhere else along with two stacks of folded cloth pre-fold diapers through the door frame then closes the door of the vehicle.
Scale-House Lady: OK...I will ne back with those water bottles ok? I....put your bottles 🍼 of milk from your diaper bags in there on the floorboard for you. If...I don't see you, after I bring you the water bottles, it was nice knowing you.
Andy: Same here...Aunty.
The Scale-House lady comes back a few minutes later with the six bottles of water and gives them to Andy along with an egg salad sandwich to eat then the Scale-House lady pushes the empty cart away and returns to the Scale-House. The vehicle sits in the spot where it had been for quite some time now, and as the afternoon became night, Andy layed in the backseat of the old Chevy Blazer looking up at the old falling down headliner as he funmbled his hands around the floorboard looking for one of the four bottles 🍼 of milk.
Finding them, he layed there on the backseat wearing only his diapers with a small pile of his diapers on his chest and belly, drinking one of the baby bottles 🍼 as the darkness fell all around him. After about the fourth bottle, Andy drifted off to sleep. Before Andy knew what was going on, morning had come and the junkyard had opened up and been operating for at least the past two hours. Several vehicles nearby had already been taken over to the crusher and loaded up onto the intake line. Andy heard the distinct sound of the engine of the crusher start up, and begin warming it up in preparation for crushing all of these vehicles. Then, the engine of the forklift came closer and closer and before Andy could see what was happening, the forks slid underneath the Blazer and the vehicle rose up into the air then tilted to the driver's side some as the forklift operator began to back out and into the yard. Andy sat up inside the backseat and then the diapers began to shift, tumble and roll towards the driver's side smacking against the door panels as Andy got to his knees and stick his head out of the window;
Andy: HEEEY!!!!! Where....are you ....taking me????? Heeeeeey! Stop! Waaaaaait!!!!! Nooooooo! Plllllllllease! Don't......HEEEY!
The forklift operator sees Andy but doesn't care. They hear him yet continue to carry the Blazer over to the crusher's intake line where the forklift operator put the Blazer down with the Blazer tilting back somewhat level again then they set it down with a bounce and a thud. Then suddenly, something slammed hard against the front of the vehicle and the vehicle began to slide quickly into the intake of the crusher.
Andy: HEEEEY!!!!! Let.....me.....OUT! Whooooooah!
Andy got thrust back into the vehicle onto his back onto the backseat when one of his packs of Huggies Disney Print diapers landed on his right leg again. Then, suddenly, one of his sleepers got tossed onto the back of the backseat a few minutes before the next vehicle got loaded up in front of the one he was in!
The Blazer slammed against another vehicle that was already inside the crusher. Then, the rear of that vehicle was crushed hard! Then, suddenly, with a jerk, the Blazer suddenly got shoved further into the crusher as the crusher panel began to come down against the rear. Windows busting, metal crumpling as the crusher came down like a giant heavy foot onto a soda can!
Andy: Heeeeeey! Let ....me.....out!!!! Stooooooop! Noooooooooooooo!
Then, suddenly, the crusher went up then the semi-crushed Blazer moved further into the crusher with a sudden jerk. This caused one of Andy's cloth pre-fold diapers to fall half way out of the window and hang over halfway. Then the crusher came down again, crushing the rear passenger area down. The roof came down nearly to the seat pinning Andy under the diapers as the pack of Huggies Disney Print diapers began to get crushed down before the packaging ruptured spilling out most of the diapers inside.
The vehicle before Andy's was still inside and the forklift operator was busy carrying the first couple of crushed vehicles over to a stack of them nearby as the crusher operator waited for the forklift operator to come take a few more off the line.
The crusher panel kept going up then coming down again on the roof of the backseat as the vehicles inside waiting to be taken to the stack. Then.......
Suddenly.....the Blazer was pushed further into the crusher underneath the crusher panel. Then the blazer got stuck there for a while as the crusher kept going up and then coming back down on the roof again and again until the advancement device pushed the mostly crushed blazer the rest of the way into the crusher tunnel and under the crusher blade.
The doors folded down as the roof caved inwards! The sounds of metal crumpling and creaking was heard by Andy inside the crushed vehicle. Andy was still alive, the roof nearly resting on his chest and body as he was pinned to the backseat. The seat-back crumpled over and nearly forced Andy onto the floorboard as the blazer was moved out of the crusher. The vehicle joined a load of others including the van that Adam had been crushed in on a long, flat semi-tractor trailer bound for a scrapyard that later would shred each of the vehicles as the machine sorted the metal from the fluff, including Adam, Andy and the diapers inside as well as any of the door panels, headliners and plastics inside.
A few days later, Adam and Andy's former mom and dad returned with their third diapered twin brother and all of HIS diapers, onesies and sleepers.
Jaden was the third twin of the family. He shared the same disabilities as his brothers had. He had been forced to wear diapers full time since age 5. Jaden though, had to wear cloth pre-fold diapers underneath his disposable diapers due to being a super-soaker and perfuse sweater! Everything was extreme with him.
His mom had to layer his cloth diapers four times indet to just keep him dry at each change. This meant he would use 6 times more diapers than his twin brothers had. This got far more expensive for his parents.
In the written agreement between Jaden's mom and dad, it was agreed to take Adam, Andy and Jaden and all of their diapers, onesies and sleepers as well as their diaper bags and anything else that they came with.
Since there was a rule that "it didn't matter what was inside each vehicle when it was crushed" the junkyard didn't care if anyone was inside as the vehicles were crushed.
It was just..."auto-fluff" to them.
If Jaden's parents didn't have a vehicle to sell, they had to bring Jaden and all of his stuff in through the front desk. It was a sunny day this Wednesday when Jaden's mom walked Jaden in wearing only his diapers and a onesie. His dad brought all of the packs of his disposable diapers, the trash bags full of his clean and wet cloth pre-fold diapers, plastic and rubber pants, onesies and sleepers into the front entrance as Jaden and his mom stood there waiting their turn. A few minutes later, the lady begind the desk greeted Jaden, his mom and dad and then she came around to the front of the desk to take Jaden and all of his diapers, onesies, sleepers and diaper bags. Then Jaden's mom gave the lady behind the desk his adoption papers to sign so that the owner of the Junkyard had custody of Jaden.
The lady behind the desk had to call her boss in order to have him sign the papers.
The boss, came in and looked the papers over then signed them. He then directed the lady behind the desk to find a vehicle to put Jaden and his stuff into from the crusher list.
Lady Behind The Desk: Hi there, Jaden....is it? Could... you...come with me...please? I need to....get you and your things weighed on our...scales...OK? You....sure have....a LOT...of diapers and onesies!
Jaden: Weighed? Why....do you need to....weigh my diapers and I?
Lady Behind The Desk: Oh, so that we can keep records on you AND for the weight of the vehicle you're going in.
Jaden: So...my...diapers, onesies, sleepers, diaper bags and I are...all going into a...vehicle?
Lady Behind The Desk: Yes sweetie, you and your...things are. We now have full custody of you and we now own your things too. The boss wants you and your......things put into one of our vehicles as soon as possible. Now.....(Picking up a couple of my packs of my diapers) Do....you...need anything, water, food?
Jaden: Um, yes, I do want my.... six baby bottles 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 filled with Milk, Water and some juice if you have it.
Lady Behind The Desk: (Looking at Jaden funny because he still drinks from a bottle) We...will see what we have. I can get you some water for the time being and...maybe...we may have an egg sandwich or a tuna sandwich or something....I will see what we have....in the meantime, come with....me....ok? I need to....get you settled into the vehicle.
(Grabbing my packs of disposable diapers then taking my left hand in her right hand and taking me out of the office and put into the yard)
Jaden: Uh...Miss? Do...the forklift operator and the crusher operator care if my diapers are wet or not or if I am in the vehicle when they load the vehicle onto the crusher intake line?
Lady Behind The Desk: No honey, they don't. We....have a rule here...."It doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when it's time to crush them" so.....no, they don't care. They will simply ....load the vehicle in, then it will get pushed into the crusher tunnel with you and your diapers inside.
Jaden: Does.... anyone care what I do while I am in the vehicle?
Lady Behind The Desk: Nope! As long as....you stay put inside the vehicle, nobody will care WHAT you do in there! We aren't a babysitting company! We sell parts to vehicles at a very fair price. We take care of ALL of our customers. Even.....your former mom and dad. (Walking past a row of vehicles looking around for the vehicle to put me in) O...K.....where....IS....the vehicle they want you in? Hmmmmm, maybe.... it's over by the crusher......follow me....I think....the...forklift operator is staging the vehicles for crushing. We shall....see.
Ah!!! Here we....are....this old...white Oldsmobile. Now.... let's....get you and your.....things all settled in....ok?
Jaden: Why...do my diapers and I have to be...crushed inside a car?
Lady Behind The Desk: Because.....that's what the owner wants....and what he wants, is what he gets. It's...just the way it is....
Jaden: When will this...car be crushed?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, it should be in the next four to six hours depending on how many others are being loaded and when the forklift operator wants to load this vehicle
Jaden: Does.....the forklift operator care that I am in here?
Lady Behind The Desk: No, they do not. We have....a little rule around here....."Anything still inside any vehicle at the time it's being loaded into the crusher, gets crushed inside the vehicle" so no, it doesn't matter that you or the diapers are in the vehicle.
Jaden: But....But.....I....I...don't WANNA be crushed! What if I tey to get out?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, then...somebody will make sure you get shoved back in!
Jaden: What happens after my diapers and I are crushed inside this car?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, after each vehicle is crushed, they go onto a large semi-tractor trailer bound for the scrapyard and once the crushed vehicles are off-loaded, they sometimes go into a pile. They could be there for weeks before the vehicles are shredded!
Jaden: Shredded? You mean.....after my diapers and I are crushed, my diapers and I as well as the car are being shredded?
Lady Behind The Desk: Yes, that's exactly what happens. The metal is separated from everything else, the plastics and everything inside get sent to the landfill as "auto-fluff" as the metal chunks are sent to be smelted and remolded into something else.
Jaden: Why doesn't it matter what's inside the cars?
Lady Behind The Desk: Everything that's left inside any vehicle will simply end up at the landfill anyway and we like to fill each vehicle with anything metal that we have that's loose so to get rid of it. It also adds weight to each vehicle which we get paid more for. For every 100 pounds, give or take, we get paid a certain amount. That's why we like to fill each vehicle up to make it as heavy as we can.
(Closing the door) Now.....be a good boy for us and stay here in this vehicle, ok? I am going to have the forklift operator come and put the vehicle up where you can't get out until it's time to crush it. I still have two more diapered ones and their diapers to put into vehicles....
The lady that works behind the desk then left and went to go place the other two diapered boys into seperate vegicles all that were being crushed that same day.
Jaden laid down on the front seat of the white buick electra and began to try to get comfortable. About 45 minutes later, The lady from the front desk that had escorted him to the car came back with his baby bottles full of Milk, Juice and water. She opened the door and handed Jaden the bottles.
Lady Behind The Desk: Here ya....go sweetie. Sorry that it took so long. I was almost afraid that they had already loaded the car into the crusher....I am glad that I was able to get you your bottles in time.
Jaden: Oh...goodie...I thought you forgot. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get my bottles.
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, you have them now. It probably won't be all that long from now before your vehicle is loaded into the crusher.
Jaden: Will....you...be....watching the car get crushed?
Lady Behind The Counter: Well, I don't know. I will see if I can....if I have customers, then...no.
Jaden: Why do I...have to be crushed?
Lady Behind The Desk: Because.....that is what the boss wants and what was agreed on by the boss and your former parents.
It's just....how it is....we can't keep diapers and diapered ones around....besides, you and the diapers add *more weight to the vehicle and that makes us.....more money.
Jaden: More....money? You mean, that.....my diapers and I are going to add more weight to this vehicle and then that makes it worth more money?
Lady Behind The Desk: Exactly! We will add more loose metal into the vehicle if it hasn't already been added. That way, we get rid of our loose scrap, AND any garbage that's still inside the vehicles. O...K....well, I have to get back to work....it was...nice answering all of your questions. The....forklift operator will be here to...load the vehicle soon. It will be crushy-crushy time for you and your...diapees....bye.....
With that.....she closes the door and walks back into the office.
The forklift operator took car after car to the crusher. Then, a few of the vehicles that were next to Jaden’s, were taken. Jaden heard the sound of the forklift engine close by and wondered if it was his turn to go into the crusher. Jaden looked down at his diapers and the middle and part of the crotch were now soaked. Well, too....late to...change now. Thought Jaden as he watched the forklift operator carry two flattened vehicles to the pile. Then, the forklift operator came over and positioned the forks underneath the vehicle he was in. The forks slid under the car then....suddenly....the vehicle began to bounce and shimmy.
Jaden: (leaning out of the window yelling) HEEEEY! Miiiiister! Plllllllllease
....pllllease don't take me over to the crusher! Plllllllllease! Nooooooooo! Not....yet! Noooooooooooooo! STOOOOOOP! Whhhhhhhooooooaaaah! Uh! Uh! Ooooof!
Miiiister! Plllllllllease! Don't.....Plllllllllease! Stoooooooooop! Waaaaaait! My......comfy.....dia....pers!
The forklift operator didn’t seem to be phased by Jaden or his pleads.....he just....tilted the forks so the vehicle tilted towards the forklift as the vehicle rose up and just above the intake track. Then the car leveled out then tilted to the right as the forks set the vehicle down with a thud. Then, the crusher guide activated and slammed against the bumper with a thud. Then....the loud scraping sounds began as the guide pushed the vehicle against the others inside the crusher.
Jaden: Ppppppppppplllllllllease! Let....me.....out! STOOOOOOP! Nooooooooooooo! My.... dia.....pers! I....I don't wanna be crushed!
Still working on the Illustrations for this....be patient.
The crusher came down on the front of the car as Jaden turned to watch.....then the crusher blade rose back up as the guide pushed the car further into the crusher and Jaden got the feeling that it was going to crush the front half of the cabin. As the crusher blade came down onto the roof, the roof began to bend down and the window frame began to bend outwards then down as the plastics creaked, cracked split and began to crumble as the roof slowly crumpled inwards. Now Jaden was pressed hard against the seats with the packs of his disposable diapers bursting open and diapers going to the floorboards and scattering under the seats as well as pressing down on his chest, tummy, waist thighs and legs. Jaden was able to wiggle out from under the collapsed roof down to the floorboards as the crusher blade rose up and the guide pushed the vehicle further into the Al Jon car crusher.
Then as the crusher blade crushed the back half of the car, the roof came down hard and the backs of the seats fell backwards against the backseats as the seat-backs of the back seats crumpled down and folded over. Jaden was now completely trapped inside the car....yet still alive.
Jaden: Heeeeeeeey! Let......me.....out! I wanna get out! Plllllllllease! I need my diapers changed!
The forklift operator didn’t hear Jaden's pleads. They just picked up the flattened vehicle and carried iver to the pile and placed it on top of the others then backed away to get the next vehicle to crush.
The next day, a mother and her thickly diapered disabled son came to the junkyard. The mother had heard how this junkyard had taken three other diapered sons and all of their diapers. The Junkyard owner and the lady at the front desk talked with the mother about her old vehicle and how they can take the vehicle and anything inside of it.
Junkyard Owner: Yes Ma'am. We will take your vehicle. I looked in the books and it is worth $170 in scrap. Now we take your vehicle with anything that is still inside, we don't clean out the vehicle. If one of our customers wants something inside the vehicle, we charge for it. Whatever is left inside at the time that we crush the vehicle, gets crushed with it. OK?
Ava: Well, alright then. I will either put my son and all of his diapers, onesies, sleepers and his stroller into the vehicle once we get it here or let you choose which vehiclehe and his stuff goes in. Will...he get any...diaper changes once he is left in the vehicle?
Junkyard Owner: No ma'am, he will not. We don't change their diapers. It is up to you to get them ready and whatever they have on, is what they will be crushed in. We don't change diapers.
Ava: Oh...ok....then I will get my son diapered for a long period of time and I will tell him that he will be in wet diapers when the vehicle gets loaded and crushed.
Now....do you...care what my son is wearing while in the vehicle?
Owner of the Junkyard: No ma'am, it doesn't matter what he is or isn't wearing. He and his things will still be crushed inside the vehcle. The crusher doesn't care what it crushes or what condition it's in. We will simply load the vehicle and send it into the crusher.
Ava: So, do....you need me to...sign over his custody to you or to the junkyard?
Owner of the Junkyard: Go ahead and sign his custody over to me, and then once he gets here, he will be our responsibility. Just...make sure that you prepare him for crushing because we will just put him into the vehicle after we weigh him and his diapers and stuff. What is your son's name?
Ava: His name is Adrian. We are tired of diapering him. His diapers are getting far too expensive. So, we signed up for the....new government forced disposal program of all the disabked that can't work and are a burden to society and that...... allows us to ....leave him and his diapers with someone who will....dispense with everything. It was Trump's idea.
Owner of the Junkyard: We completely understand. Diapers are expensive and since he is older, I can see why you want to get rid of his diapers and him. How long will it be before we will receive his diapers and Adrian?
Ava: Well, my husband is on his way here now with our vehicle. It should be here in a few minutes or so. Should I.....leave my son here with you now, after I get him all ready?
Owner of the Junkyard: You can leave him here now of you wish, we still have to... weight him and all his diapers and stuff. Go get him all ready and then we will get him weighed with his suff, then we can put him into one of our vehicles or we can put him into the one you bring us. Either way is fine.
Ava: Well then, Come with me Adrian, let's go change your diaper and get you....all....nice and ready to go with these people, ok?
Adrian: But, but.....Mommy! I don't wanna go with these people, I...wanna stay with you and daddy!
Ava: Sorry baby, it's for the best. We can't afford to keep you. Your Dad and I are selling them your diapers and things and they now are responsible for you and your things.
Adrian: Are they....going to be my......new mommy and Daddy?
Ava: Well, sort of....they have custody of you. They sort of are your new family now. They can do whatever they want with you and your things. Ok....(opening the sliding door to the minivan) honey, get in and lay down for me, it's time to....change that diaper of yours. I am going to....take your onesie off and leave you in just your diapers. You will be a lot more comfortable this way.
Ava, Adrian's mom comes over and takes his onesie off, then tosses it to the floor before getting a nice, thick, plastic-backed Huggies diaper out and put it down on his chest then began to take Adrian's semi-wet disposable diaper off.
Adrian: Mommy? Why do....I have to go with these people?
Ava: Be...cause...sweetie, the government has forced us to get rid of you and all your things AND.... now that there is no more Medicaid, we can't afford to diaper you anymore. So, we were forced to sign up for this...government funded program that will get rid of you and your diapers. Sorry baby....it's not going to fun or easy...but....we have no choice!
Adrian's mom takes a pack of wipes and opens it. She pulls out all of the wipes in the pack then uses all of them to wipe him down with, dropping each used wipe into the open wet diaper. Then she reaches into his diaper bag, and grabs the second pack of baby wipes. Then she begins to pull the semi wet diaper out from under Adrian then puts it on his chest then grabs the new Huggies Plastic-backed disposable diaper and lifts his butt as she slides the diaper underneath Adrian. She then pulls the front of the crinkly plastic-backed Huggies disposable diaper up and fastens the tapes.
Ava: Grabbing the open semi-wet disposable diaper) Awwwwe! There.....we go....you should be all....nice and comfy now. This...is your...last diaper change so.....when you wet your diapers, nobody will care and nobody at the junkyard will change your diapers.
Ok.....time to....get you handed over to the nice people at Auto Recyclers of Wyoming.
Adrian: (Getting forced to his feet) But, but....mommy! Please......don't leave me here with them! Heeeey! Stop it! Quit stuffing all the....used baby wipes into my left leg elastics! Gees! That's like....two full packs of my baby wipes!
Ava: Yes, I....know. I am stuffing all of the baby wipes you have from both diaper bags into your diapers since they aren't going to be used anymore and your diapers are being disposed of anyway, so I am stuffing them in your diapers.
Adrian: Uh! Oooof! Heeey! Stop! Quit it! Now the wipes are sticking out some!
Adrian's mom ignores him and continues to stuff and cram all of his used and unused baby wipes into his diaper through his left leg elastics.
Ava: Alright....time...to go. (handing Adrian his folded-over wet Huggies disposable diaper to carry in his right hand while she takes his left hand in her right)
Adrian: Nooooo! Stop! Moooooomy! Let....go of me!
Adrian's mom forceibly guides the resistant Adrian into the office just as her husband arrives with their vehicle.
Ava: He's all ready to go.
Junkyard Owner: Well, my desk clerk will be handling Adrian and his stuff. (Speaking to his desk clerk) take him and all of his diapers to the scales and weigh him and them then let me know what vehicles are at the staging area and I will tell you which one to put him and his stuff into.
A few hours go by and the owner of the Junkyard comes by to film the crushing of the vehicles. As the forklift operator drives over to the staging area where the cars are that are being crushed, he picks up the old 1990s to 2005 Chevy Avalanche with Adrian inside a long with a lot of metal and old tires and carries it over to the crusher, loads it.
Adrian: HEEEY! HEEEEEEY! What....are....you...doing? Stoooooooooop! Quit it! Nooooooooooo! Don't put me into that crusher! Plllllllllease! Please don't crush my diapers and I! Put...the...truck...down! Heeeeeey! Waaaaaait!!! STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! DOOOOOOOON'T!!!!!
Uuuuuuuh! Ooooof! Ouch! Uh! Miiiiister! Let....me....out! Stoooooooooop! Heeeey! Can anyone hear me?
The crusher's scrap guide slams against the vehicle and begins pushing the vehicle into the crusher. There is already one vehicle inside being crushed ahead of it which the vehicle Adrian was in, slammed up against hard! Adrian and his diapers shimnied and shook as the Al Jon crusher blade came down on the front end of the old 2005 or 2006 Chevy Avalanche.
Adrian was forced to watch as the fenders crumpled down under the immense force. Adrian was trapped inside the crusher tunnel now, the smooth, yet scraped orange walls of the crusher was all he could see. Then, the crusher blade rose back up as the guide pushed the Avalanche further into the crusher and pushing the front half of the cabin right underneath the crusher blade.
Adrian: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (THEN....ONLY THE SOUND OF THE CRUSHER AND METAL CRUMPLING AND PLASTICS BREAKING!!!)
Another parent, a father, brought his diapered son to the junkyard to get rid of him and his diapers. The mother was waiting inside the family's SUV to see if the junkyard would take their son and all of the son's diapers. The father and his thickly diapered son stood in front of the parts desk waiting for their turn. The man's son is wearing a thick, bulky plastic-backed disposable diaper with four layered toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers on underneath as the disabled son stood next to his father. Just then, it was their turn.
Father: Hi, I was told to come here and bring my....disabled son and all of his diapers and clothing.
Owner of the Junkyard: Yes, we are a government contracted program that helps by getting rid of your....unwanted and disabled son or daughter.
What is your son's name?
Father: My son's name is Jake-Ryan. He has been in diapers since he was five. We can't afford to buy his diapers anymore because there is no more Medicaid to cover his diapers. We were told about this... government funded program that takes all of the diapers, onesies, diaper bags, and our diapered son. My wife and I brought everything needed to take care of him and we brought his custody documents with us, his birth certificate and the power of attorney as well as the custody documents to sign him over to the junkyard.
Owner of the Junkyard: O...k...just...sign the document and then I will sign it below yours and my Notary Public will stamp it and then leave your son and all of his diapers, clothing and stuff here with us and my staff will get him and everything situated.
Father: Ok....let me get my wife to help bring in all of his diapers, clothing, stroller and diaper bags. He has over 4,000 cloth pre-fold diapers, 200 packs of disposable diapers, built up from medicaid shipments on a monthly basis, and his stroller and onesies then his two diaper bags, one for the cloth pre-fold diapers and one for the disposable diapers. Both have four baby bottles 🍼 of milk, water and juice for him to drink.
Owner of the Junkyard: Sure ok....make sure you get him all nice and ready for crushing since we don't change any diapers and we don't take any of their clothing off. If his diapers are wet, they will stay that way, if you want him in clean and dry diapers, better get him changed before you leave...ok?
Father: I will get my wife to change him and take his onesie and pants off. What....do you do with all of the diapers?
Junkyard Owner: We....put them all into a vehicle with your son and then we crush the vehicle. See...we have a rule; "It doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when it's time to crush it." Your...son and all the diapers and clothing will add to the overall weight of the vehicle making us more money.💰
We also add more metal into the vehicle to add more weight. This makes us even MORE money and it helps to get rid of our loose scrap.
Father: What happens to the crushed vehicle with my son and his diapers inside?
Junkyard Owner: (Taking a deep breath and motioning for the father to come closer) Well....the vehcle is crushed then it goes into a pile for a few days, a week or sometimes a month. Then, we sell the scrap to a scrapyard who takes them and tosses them into another pile for a while until they can shred them.
Father: So....my son and his diapers, onesies, sleepers and stuff will be shredded up?
Junkyard Owner: Yes, and what's not metal or recyclable, goes to the landfill as "auto-fluff" and gets buried. That's what happens. Once we sell our crushed vehicles, whatever happens is out of our hands.
Father: Well....alright....(Reaching into a briefcase and taking out the power of attorney, two temporary custody award forms and the son's custody documents for the courts as well as the birth certificate.) Here....we already signed the documents, all you have to do is sign them and notarize them and he is.....ALL yours. How long does it take for permanent custody to be awarded?
Junkyard Owner: Well, it can vary significantly, ranging from a few months to over a year, depending on how many other cases are ahead of his. We don't wait that long though. We simply crush the vehicle with everything inside then we submit the case. What's your son's name?
Father: (Turning to his right and introducing his thickly diapered son) This....is Jake. Jake-Ryan. Say...hi to the nice junkyard Owner who is going to be your...new daddy for a little while.
Jake-Ryan: (Being rather shy and slowly stepping over to the Junkyard Owner) Hi....are.....you...my.....new daddy?
Junkyard Owner: Well.....sort of, I guess you could call me that. I will be the one who is responsible for you until it's time for us to put you into one of our vehicles and then crush it with you and your diapers and things inside.
We have....an old playpen we use to keep you in while we wait for the temporary custody papers to go through. You will have to....stay in there until it's time to go into the vehicle.
Jake-Ryan: Will I be able to get my.....diapers changed while I am here?
Junkyard Owner: Well, not usually, no. Whike we are waiting for the temporary custody papers, you might....we will see. It could be between 24 hours to a few days before we get awarded temporary custody. I may have to pay my daughter or a member of my staff to check and change your diapers until then.
This...is not a usual thing though, usually we already have temporary custody but your case, it's a tad delayed. When I get temporary custody of you, then....you and your diapers will go into one of the vehicles with all your diapers and things and then in say....12 to 24 hours, we will be crushing the vehicle you will be in. It's just.....the way...it is. Now, I want you to go with my staff member here who will take you and all your things to the Scale-House to weigh you and your things. Then, they will take you to where we have the playpen where you will stay until we have temporary custody, ok?
Jake-Ryan: Um.....Why...do my diapers and I need to be weighed?
Junkyard Owner: Be...cause....when...you and your diapers go into the vehicle, you will add more weight and then we will know how much the vehicle weights and approximately how much we may get paid for the weight.
Father: Let my wife get him ready and then we will hand him and his diapers and stuff over to you...ok?
Junkyard Owner: Sure, no problem.
The father takes Jake-Ryan outside to the family's SUV to let Jake-Ryan's mom change his diapers and take off his onesie and pants, shoes and socks so that he will be all nice and ready to go into the vehicle when it's time. They walk outside to their SUV on the passenger side rear door and the father opens it, then asks him to lay down on his back so his mommy can get started on changing his diapers.
Jake-Ryan climbs into the backseat of the SUV then lays down on his back.
Jake-Ryan: Mommy? Are....you going to....let me choose what diapers I wear or are you going to choose for me?
Jake-Ryan's Mom: I have already chosen what diapers I want you to wear honey. Sorry. Your new Daddy wants you in just your diapers, so...that's how we have to dress you.
Jake-Ryan: Mommy? Why are you and Daddy leaving me here?
Jake-Ryan's Mom: Because.....we can't afford to diaper you anymore now that the idiot President defunded Medicaid. You can thank your idiot President for also creating a program similar to the old German Aktion T4 Program that allowed the disposal of all disabled people.
Jake-Ryan: So.....you don’t have...any choice if you and Daddy have to get rid of my diapers and I?
Jake-Ryan's mom: No baby, we don't. The government sees you as a financial burden and as such, they don't care if you die or not.
In fact, they WANT you to die because then they don't need programs that take up a lot of money! Republicans are greedy and careless! They don't care about the people, only about themselves! I'm so sorry baby, it has to be rhis way.
Jake-Ryan's mom takes his onesie off and lays it down on his chest in a heap, then she takes out a crinkly plastic-backed disposable diaper and puts six layered booster pads into it then takes out four cloth pre-fold diapers and prepares them to go on Jake-Ryan. Then, she unfastened the tapes on Jake-Ryan's diaper then pulled the diaper down and then out from under him. Then she folded the diaper over then put it on his chest while she lifted Jake-Ryan up and slid the four layered cloth pre-fold diapers underneath his bottom. Then, she opened the first baby wipes pack and begsn to wipe him down very well using a half the pack of baby wipes, dropping each used wipe into the crotch of his clean cloth pre-fold diapers each time.
Jake-Ryan: Mommy? Why are you....putting the used wipes into my clean diapers?
Jake-Ryan's mom: Because....it.... doesn't matter what diaper the wipes go into, the wet diaper, your onesie, you and your clean diapers are all going to the same place.
Jake-Ryan: So...you're using my diapers like.....trash bags for my....diapering supplies?
Jake-Ryan's Mom: You.....could say.....that....
Jake-Ryan: Are you....going to...put my....wet diaper into my clean diaper for disposal?
Jake-Ryan's Mom: Ummm I may...or I may not. I haven't decided yet.
As Jake-Ryan's mom fastened the four layered cloth pre-fold diapers with two snappie fasteners, she stuck her right hand into the left leg hole and tucked a few more used baby wipes into the crotch of his diaper. Then she opened the clean crinkly plastic-backed disposable diaper and then lifted Jake-Ryan up and slid the disposable diaper underneath Jake-Ryan's cloth diapered bottom then put him down onto the back half of the diaper before pulling the front of the diaper up between his legs and fastening the tapes. Then she began to take out the rest of the remaining unused baby wipes and then she opened the left leg elastics with her index and middle fingers and began to stiff and cram the wipes into the diaper. Then Jake-Ryan's mom opened the second pack of baby wipes and started to cram them into the left leg elastics as well, and now, some of the tips of the wipes stuck out from the leg elastics.
Jake-Ryan's Mom: There.....all....nice and ready. Now....will...you carry your....onesie and the diaper I took off you, while I take you to your...new daddy?
Jake-Ryan: WAIT! Noooooo! Mooooomy!!! Plllllllease! Don't leave me.... here!
Jake-Ryan's Mom: (Grabbing Jake-Ryan's left hand in her right) You...don't have a choice....you now belong to them....they can do whatever they want with and to you.
(Wrenching Jake-Ryan's left arm in her right as he tries to resist) Come...ON! Quit....resisting! It's only making...things harder!
Jake-Ryan's Mom finally drags him into the office and lets go of his arm.
Junkyard Owner: Ah! Good....he looks nice and comfy. O....K.... Now...Jake, may I call you...Jake? Be a good boy for me and go with my Scale-House Lady here...ok? You look comfy in your thick diapers. Don't give my Scale-House Lady any problems ok...or I will deal with you...ok?
Scale-House Lady: Hi, would you like to....walk or ride on my cart?
Jake-Ryan Um........ride in the cart.
Scale-House Lady: O...K....(Grabbing Jake-Ryan's left arm and guiding him onto the cart) Alright....there...now...stay put while I...put all of your diapers, onesies, sleepers, diaper bags onto the cart.
Jake-Ryan: Miss? Why are you putting my packs of my disposable diapers and my trash bags full of my cloth pre-fold diapers all over my lap and legs?
Scale-House Lady: Because....I have to weigh you and all your diapers and things! It's just...how we do things here.
The scale-house lady finishes putting all 4,000 of Jake-Ryan's trash bags of cloth pre-fold diapers onto the cart piled up on his legs and lap on top of the 200 packs of his clean disposable diapers as well as the loose onesies and sleepers tossed and draped over the bags of cloth pre-fold diapers and then starts to push the cart across the dirt to the Scale-House. Once the cart is next to the scales, she starts taking all of the onesies, sleepers, then the black trash bags full of cloth pre-fold diapers and all 200 packs of disposable diapers off the cart and off of Jake-Ryan and she piles everything on the scale. Then she comes over to Jake-Ryan to get him on the scale.
Scale-House Lady: Alright Jake-Ryan, time to get you...and all your things weighed. Can....you just....stand there on the scale and don't move until I get the weight for me?
Jake-Ryan: Um.....OK.....
Scale-House Lady: Great....be...right.....back....
The Scale-House Lady goes into the Scale-House and takes the readings of the weight then prints the ticket out then takes it and comes back outside to load Jake-Ryan and all of the diapers, onesies and sleepers back onto the cart. Once Jake and the diapers, onesies and sleepers are on the cart, the scale-house lady pushes the cart back across the yard and over to a building where there is an old, dirty looking playpen inside.
There are also old engines, transmissions and some doors and hoods to various different vehicles also laying up against the steel walls.
Scale-House Lady: Alright....here....we....are....now....it's time...to get you...and your diapers and things into the nice playpen. I will get you in there first then get as many diapers as possible in there and then....the rest will go next to the playpen until it's time to go into the vehicle.
Jake-Ryan: May I get my baby bottles filled with Milk, water and some apple juice please? I have six bottles.....
Scale-House Lady: Yeah, sure....let me finish this and then I will get you all six bottles ok?
The Scale-House lady puts all of the tradh bags of cloth pre-fold diapers down next to the old, dirty playpen and then tosses quite a few packs of disposable diapers into the playpen with Jake-Ryan due to lack of space to keep them in then she reaches down to grab the two diaper bags with the three baby bottles each in each diaper bag then she slings them over her left and right shoulders then walks back to the office where there is a refrigerator that has sone milk, some juices and she takes out four bottles 🍼 and fills them with milk and juices. Once two bottles had milk 🍶 in them and two others had juice 🧃 in them, she put the caps on them then put them back into the diaper bags then went to the faucet to fill the last two bottles 🍼with water. 💧 💧💧💧.
Then she carried both diaper bags back to the shed area where the playpen was and put the diaper bags into the playpen then took out all six bottles 🍼 🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼 and handed them to Jake-Ryan.
Scale-House Lady: Here you...go...your bottles 🍼 have water, juice and milk in them. If you need more, call out to us and we will get you more. You may need to wait a while though. Well? Enjoy....bye....baby....
The Scale-House lady leaves Jake-Ryan there in the steel building in the old, grungy, dirty and old playpen and returns to the Scale-House. Jake-Ryan settles in and looks around. He sees in the semi-darkness, hoods, doors, engines, transmissions and various parts of various vehicles. The smell is from gasoline, oil and transmission fluid and dust.
Then, about a few hours go by as work continues at the junkyard. A woman comes by in the junkyard golf cart and stops to take a few of Jake-Ryan's cloth pre-fold diapers to use as rags.
Junkyard Lady: Hi....I...almost didn't see you in there. I...came to....get some of your nice, soft cloth diapers to use as rags. Sorry.....your...new daddy said to get some of your...cloth diapers and use them.
Jake-Ryan: Noooooo! Those are...MINE!
Junkyard Lady: Sorry kiddo, your diapers nkw belong to the junkyard and they are rags nkw until we throw them away.
Jake-Ryan: Ahhhh MAN! Can....you...give me say...25 of my cloth diapers from the bag? Toss them in here with me please.....
Junkyard lady: Sure...no problem. Here...(Taking a couple handfuls and tossing them into the playpen) There....enjoy while you can.....soon...you...and your diapers and things....are going into a vehicle and then the vehicle is going to get loaded into the crusher!
Jake-Ryan: Are.....you...going to....watch my diapers and I getting crushed?
Junkyard Lady: Actually....yeah, I probably am. Watching vehicles getting crushed is somehow very satisfying. I got to watch three other diapered people being crushed in vehicles and it sure looked good to me.
Somehow...oddly satisfying!
Jake-Ryan: Are you....going to...bring my cloth diapers back that you are taking?
Junkyard Lady: Well, if I get done using them in time, yeah maybe, but if not, they will probably end up being thrown away in the trash.
Jake-Ryan: Nooooooo Those are...MY....diapers! I need them!
Junkyard Lady: Sorry.....these diapers belong ro US now! They are general use rags now. If you need some more, I will make sure that you get some...don't worry!
Jake-Ryan: Am I...going to get....my diapers changed while I am here?
Junkyard Lady: Well, not if you are going into a vehicle in the next 12 to 24 hours. If you are still here after 24 hours, then yeah, we have to. I have to go back to work now....hopefully I will get to see you before you get loaded into the vehicle.
Jake-Ryan: Who will be putting my diapers and I into a vehicle???
Junkyard Lady: Well, it could be me or it could be any one of us here. Likely it will be either myself or the lady who works at the desk. Ok...talk to you soon baby.
The Junkyard lady leaves and Jake-Ryan sits in his dirty playpen as the junkyard lady takes some of his clean cloth diapers to use as rags.
Jake-Ryan takes the 24 or so cloth pre-fold diapers that were tossed into his playpen and decides to try to change himself. He checks his diaper and notices that it's wet. He rewches over to one of the opened packs of Clean disposable diapers and takes one out then opens it up. Then he takes six of the toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers and folds them in thirds overlapping the center soaker pad. Then he took each folded cloth diaper and layered them, stacking each one into the center of his thick, crincly plastic-backed disposable diaper until all six of the cloth pre-fold diapers were in the disposable diaper.
Then, Jake-Ryan began to unfasten the tapes of his disposable diaper before pulling it down and open. He pulled it out from underneath himself and then grabbed the clean crinkly plastic-backed disposable diaper with the six layered cloth pre-fold diapers inside, used as booster pads, and began to slide it underneath himself, getting the diaper positioned right so he could put it on himself.
Then he fastrned the lower two tapes then the upper two tapes of the Tranquility All-Through-The-Night diaper with the 6 toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers inside, before fastening the upper two tapes. Then, about a few ninutes go by and the forklift operator drives by with a flattened vehicle, carrying it over to the pile of others.
Must be...crushing a lot....of vehicles right now....(Jake-Ryan thought without speaking outloud.) Wonder of its close to my turn to go? (Jake-Ryan wondered)
Then the forklift operator drove by carrying an uncrushed vehicle getting it over to the crusher with a screaming diapered girl inside. She was banging on the windows begging to be let out as the forklift went by and then loaded the vehicle into the crusher.Jake-Ryan could faintly hear the girl screaming inside the vehicle as it went through the crusher at first then....just the sound of the loud crusher engine running. Then, a few minutes later....the forklift operator drove by carrying the now flattened vehicle, going onto the pile nearby. A few minutes more go by and the forklift operator brings another uncrushed vehicle over to the crusher.
Jake-Ryan layed back in the playpen on top of a pile of his own cloth pre-fold diapers, grabbed a bottle 🍼 of his seni-cold milk and began to drink. Soon, he began to feel sleepy. He soon fell asleep. In his sleep, he soaked his diapers, the wetness flowing down his crotch and into his diaper. The distant sounds of the forklift going to and fro, carry uncrushed then crushed vehicles sent Jake-Ryan into a deep slumber. As afternoon became late evening, Jake-Ryan woke up to no sounds at all. Tje sun seemed to have set and darkness was closing in around him. As the cool, darkness of the now night was upon him, Jake-Ryan reached down around his thickly diapered waist and felt his diaper. It was indeed heavy and bloated.
Time....to...change I....guess.... (Jake-Ryan thought to himself.) Jake-Ryan changed his diaper then looked for his other milk bottle before grwbbing it and drinking from it as he sat there, indian style, watching the forklift going back and forth. In about two hours, a woman came over to where Jake-Ryan was and started taking his large trash bags full of his cloth diapers, putting them onto a flat utility cart. (like the ones at home depot)
Jake-Ryan: Heeeey! Those....are...MINE! Where...are...you...taking them?
Junkyard Lady: I...am loading your diapers and things up then I am going to....take you and your...diapers to one of our....vehicles and put you...and all your things inside. Then, the forklift operator will come and pick the vehicle up, carry it with you and all your things inside, to the crusher and load it. Here....let's help you out of that...playpen ok? There.....nkw...do you....wanna ride to the vehicle on this cart...or....walk there?
Jake-Ryan: Um......Ride on....the cart....
Junkyard Lady: O...K.....here.....sit...on top of your....bags of cloth diapers....for me....there....now... would...you hold onto these....packs of your....disposable diapers for me? Make sure they don't fall off the cart.. ok?
Jake-Ryan: O....K....but, but....do...I...HAVE...to go into the vehicle now?
Junkyard Lady: Yes sweetie, you do. My boss said that it was time to load you and your diapers and things into the vehicle he picked out for you. Looks like...you....changed diapers.....you look nice and comfy in your nice, thick, bulky plastic-backed disposable diapers. (Giving the front of his diaper a couple of pats before handing him a pack at a time of his disposable diapers)
Bet those diapers hold a lot huh? Trying to make distractionary small talk)
Jake-Ryan: Yes, actually...they do. These diapers allegedly hold up to one cup or 236 milliliters without booster pads. With the booster pads, they hold nearly twice that.
Um.....Miss?
Junkyard Lady: Yes?
Jake-Ryan: Is...it going to be....hot inside the vehicle I am going into?
Junkyard Lady: I...don't...know. It...could be a little...warm in there....but it won't be that long that you will have to worry about it. The vehicle you and your diapers and things are going into, will be crushed within the next couple of hours or less. Al...righty.....time...to get you...over to the vehicle now....are you...nice and ready? Here....we....go.
The Junkyard lady pushed the cart across the yard, following a dirt path made by the forklift making many, many trips to the crusher from the staging area where the vehicles are kept until it's crushing time. It took at least 10 minutes or so to get to the vehicle where Jake-Ryan was going to be forced into. The Junkyard lady positioned the cart near the rear of the vehicle then she came around and started grabbing packs of Jake-Ryan's diapers and booster pads and putting them on the ground near the car.
Junkyard Lady: Al...right...time to get into the car now. Once you are in there, you won't be allowed to get out. Try to keep your head and body inside of the car ok? I am going to start tossing your diapers and things in there with you
Jake-Ryan: May...I have my
..bottles please? I am thirsty.
Junkyard Lady: Sure...after I am done tossing your diapers and stuff in there, I will get them and give them to you.
The Junkyard lady finishes tossing all of the packs of disposable diapers and booster pads, as well as the bags of his clean and formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers into the front and backseat of the car then she walks back to the building with the playpen in it to grab his baby bottles 🍼 full of milk, juice and water, as well as the two diaper bags then she quickly brings them to Jake-Ryan.
Junkyard Lady: Here....you...go...oh and.....here are your two diaper bags (taking the two diaper bags off her shoulders and tossing them into the backseat) there....now....it's time to...close the door. It might get a little warmksh in there.....so...be sure to drink up as much of your bottles 🍼 as you can. The....forklift operator will be here soon to lead the vehicle you're in into the crusher. Bye-bye baby....now...stay inside the vehicle....ok? (The lady closes the door and then pushes the empty cart back to where it is kept near the office.)
Jake-Ryan grabbed one of his bottles and began drinking it...because indeed it was a tad warmish inside the vehicle. He began sweating bullets almost immediately. Then, he heard the forklift coming over to the vehicle. It pulled up to the side of the car with it's forks lowered and slid the forks under it, pulling forward until the doors were resting against the forklift. Jake-Ryan got scared and poked his body out of the back window to holler at the forklift operator to see if they would stop and put the vehicle down.
Jake-Ryan: Whooooahhhh! Whoah! Oooooooof! Ooooof! Uh! Uh! Heeey!
Jake-Ryan: Plllllllllease! Let....me stay here a bit longer! Plllllllllease? Heeey! Um....HEY! Let...me...stay here for a bit longer! MAN! Whooooooaaaah! Yikes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Whooooooaaah! Oooof!
Jake-Ryan: Heeeeey! Stoooooooooop! Let....me.....out! Plllllllllease....don't crush my diapers and I! Heeeeeeeeeeeey!
Jake-Ryan: Waaaaaait! Waaaaaait! Stoooooooooop! Plllllllllease....Stoooooooooop! Let...me stay a bit longer! Noooooooooooooo! Plllllllllease! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Jake-Ryan: Whoooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Heeeeeeeey! Stoooooooooop! Stop it! Noooooooooooooo! I....I don't wanna go into the crusher!!!!!! Stoooooooooop! Let.......me.....OUT!
Jake-Ryan: Watch....IT! Heeeeey! Whooooooah...uh! Oooof uh! Ouch! Uh!
(SLIDING AND SHIFTING TOWARDS THE DRIVER'S SIDE OF THE CAR AS THE PACKS OF HIS DIAPERS AND BOOSTER PADS ALSO SLIDE AND TUMBLE AGAINST HIM AS THE VEHICLE TILTS TO THE SIDE)
The car lands onto the intake with a bang and several thumps. The diapers, booster pads and Jake-Ryan all suddenly are thrown to the passenger side of the vehicle, Jake-Ryan tumbling onto his side then being pumbled by the packs of diapers and booster pads.
As the forks slid out from under the vehicle, the vehicle lurched then settled on the intake. Jake-Ryan decided to poke his head out from the backseat window to tell to the junkyard owner, the junkyard lady and the feont desk clerk all of whom were watching. The Junkyard owner was also filming Jake-Ryan being crushed.
Jake-Ryan: Heeeey! Make...ot stop! Plllllllllease don't crush me! I will be a good boy! I....promise!
Junkyard Owner: Stay....in the vehicle son....it's crushing time for you! Too late! We're not going to....get you out! I know....it's a crushing... blow, but...it's all for the best!
Jake-Ryan: But.....but.....but......but...MISS! Plllllllllease! Let....me....out! I don't wanna be crushed! Plllllllllease?
The guide slams against the front of the car .
Junkyard Lady: It's...crushy-crushy time! Get...back in the car! The crusher is almost ready for you!
Then suddenly the car begibs to slide into the Al-Jon Crusher tunnel against the other vehicle already inside finishing being crushed.
Jake-Ryan: Waaaaaait! Mis.....ter!!!! Waaaaaait! Noooooooooooooo........STOOOOOOP! Noooooooooooooooooo! Plllllllllease! My......comfy, comfy....diapers! Nooooooooooo! Oh.....MY.....god! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Stoooooooooop!
Jake-Ryan: (In panic mode) Nooooooooooo! Stoooooooooop! Let.....me....out! Plllllllllease! Oh.....god! OH......god Nooooooooooo! Stoooooooooop! Heeeeeey!
Jake-Ryan pokes his head out again....
Jake-Ryan: Plllllllllease! Plllllllllease! Let....me....out! Noooooooooooooo! I....don't WANNA be crushed! Stooooop....it! Stoooooooooop it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Suddenly....the guide shoves the car further into the crusher tunnel and then the crusher blade begins to descend onto the trunk of the car!
Jake-Ryan: Mooooooommmmmmy!!!!! Mooooooooommmmmmy! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The Junkyard owner keeps filming as the guide forcefully shoves the car further into the crusher tunnel.
Jake-Ryan: (In the final moments before the car cabin gets shoved under the crusher blade) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! My... Dia.....pers......Ouch! Ouch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! My.....diapers.....need....changed! Moooooomy! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Let....ME....OUT! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Suddenly, the guide shoves the cabin of the car under the crusher blade and then the blade begins it's decent onto the backseat of the car where Jake-Ryan is!
Jake-Ryan: UUUUUUUUUUUUH! Aaaaaaaaaa! Ooooooooouch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Stoooooooooop! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uh! Uh! Ouch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ouch! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Junkyard Lady: (Turning to talk to the junkyard Owner) Oddly....satisfying isn't it?
Junkyard Owner: Yeah....I'd have....to agree.
Junkyard Lady: I...LOVE it when they scream and beg...don't you?
Junkyard Owner: It's....all....part of the process.
As the back half of the car is crushed, Jake-Ryan is forced down into the floorboards then is covered by his packs of disposable diapers and booster pads which suddenly begin to burst open spreading clean disposable diapers all over the backseat! The trash bags full of cloth pre-fold diapers burst open and cloth pre-fold diapers spread out everywhere, as rhe front seat backs fold down, crumple and get forced backwards pressing down on the packs of disposable diapers and booster pads, causing more booster pads and diapers to crumple up and tear some as the metal lf the roof comes down.
Then, suddenly, the guide once again, shoves the car further into the crusher tunnel, against the other vehicle behind it soving the vehicle before it out so the forklift operator can take it over to the crushed vehicle stack.
Jake-Ryan: Let.....me...out! Plllllllllease! Noooooooooooooooooo.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OOOOOOOOOUCH! UUUUUUIIIIUUH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
As the now flattened vehicle comes out from the crusher, the forklift operator carries the flattened vehicle over to the pile and sets it down on top of another flattened vehicle then it goes back to pickup the next vehicle. Then another vehicle is loaded in and begins to get crushed little by little, forcing the car that Jake-Ryan and his diapers are in, out. The forklift operator comes and picks the vehicle up, carries it over to the crushed vehicle pile and puts it down on top of the others then leaves.
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