Fish Food

"Door's locked, man," I heard an Australian accent say. My eyes widened and I turned, my eyes meeting a shaggy blonde haired boy, standing with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was buttoned up to his neck, and a pair of black skinny-ish jeans.
"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, turning and trying the door again.
Push, pull, slide left, slide right, slide up, slide down. Nope, nothing.
I was trapped in the aquarium.