"Lettuce."

"Lettuce who?"

"Lettuce in."

Yeah that's right, he'd just told himself a knock knock joke. But nobody had asked who was there and he'd gotten tired of waiting. It was time for him to get out of the lava and get back into the game. Oliver jumped onto the cushion he'd been aiming for when he fell.

Jump. Jump. He felt like a frog, leaping from cushion to cushion like a lilypad. Except instead of water, he was like a frog who lived in lava. Except then his path of lilypads ran out and he was stranded, searching for a different route. There was a recliner near him, but facing the wrong direction. Hmmm. Oliver reached out, his fingertips touching the back. If his plan didn't work he would surely topple into the lava. But luckily for him, he managed to tip the chair over and climb over the back. When he climbed onto the seat and leaned forward a bit, the chair tipped back like he had been before.