Twitch stood in the open doors to the hangar, still trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Before him stood the spaceship, far larger than he had anticipated. Or maybe that was just his naturally small stature. Still, he was surprised he had gotten this far without being shot, and equally surprised that the only line of defense at this point seemed to be a tortoise with a beard sat in a folding wooden chair which had a definite air of cheapness about it. Maybe the rest of the money had gone towards those robot snipers. Or the two penguins. Stupid things to spend money on, they were pathetic excuses for birds. Couldn't even fly. Useless.

The parrot took half a step towards the ship before freezing up again, when he noticed the tortoise had a gun. A MASSIVE gun. Great, he'd gotten past the sniper robots, the lion-goat things, the penguins, and now he was going to be shot. Although the tortoise should have shot him by now, really, why hadn't he? And then it hit Twitch, the tortoise was actually asleep.

Letting out a silent but slightly exaggerated sigh of relief, Twitch flew up towards the ship, magic bag of many things in his claws, and set about trying to find a way into the ship, figuring out how to fly it, and then picking up the others. In that order.