'Emergency Hangar Door'. Well, damn if it wasn't straightforward. Twitch dutifully flapped his way towards it...and hesitated. This was far too simple. A giant button telling you exactly what it did? It had to be a trap. He would press it, and then there would be nets and guns and lasers and minions and he would be captured and shot and then he would be cooked at 240 degrees for 90 minutes and served with fries and guacamole dip. Or maybe it wasn't a trap, maybe it was just easier for the guys who worked here. There certainly were a lot of buttons around. Opening and closing the hangar doors by accident would definitely be problematic. But then why would a giant spaceship be protected just with a button? Surely they would give it more security than that. How would the spaceship even work? How could he get into it? How did it fly? What just fell out of the sky and took out that penguin? What was that gun the penguin had? Why is there a man made out of paper here, what is written on his back, why has he not noticed me yet...

His mind was overloading with uncertainty and panic, and Twitch very nearly bottled the whole thing, aiming to escape through the open window. In his anxiety-addled state, though, and failing to look where he was going, the parrot instead flew at full speed into the closed window alongside it. His helmet protected him for the most part, but he was knocked for quite a literal loop from the impact, soaring and diving through the air with no clear direction, before plummeting headfirst into the giant red button with 'Emergency Hangar Door' written on it, and promptly flopping to the ground.