Before he could answer, Mr. Encalab flipped a switch, and Richie fell through a hole that had opened up in the bottom of his seat. He tumbled through a windy chute before coming to a stop beside a door. His lunch followed and landed next to him. Richie could feel a small French-fry bruise forming on the top of his head.  

The door opened. Richie scooped his lunch with a poorly formed arm and walked through. As soon as he was through the door slammed behind him. Richie tried to open it, but his French-fried hands were no use.