Luckily for Carver, Barrel's nap tossing shifted him into a position that freed him first, giving Shock and Lock each a chance to have their airways cut off as he rolled further onto them. Once the pumpkin creature was free, he gave the big oaf a good kick in the head before helping pull Shock up.

"Stupid external plating," he mumbled. "I could have reached out with my vines to grab that skull drill and cracked him with it..."

He moved over to Lock next, but just stood there for several minutes with a smirk, waiting for the devil to actually ask for help. Or beg. Or grovel. Or bribe. Or some combination thereof.