Carver stuck a vine out of his mouth at Lock before rolling off of Shock's back. He made his way back to his xylophone and picked up his mallets. 

Lock got the rhythm going and the music started up -- mostly. It came to a cacophonous halt a few moments later as Lock stopped playing to demand why Carver wasn't playing his instrument.

"I [i]can't[/i]."

"What?" Lillith asked, lowering her hands as she turned to look at the pumpkin creature in confusion.

Carver stood in his place, three mallets in each hand, vibrating with barely contained rage. "I. Can't. [i]Play![/i]" 

Suddenly, he threw the mallets against the wall as hard as he could and slammed his knee into the underside of the xylophone, flipping the the bulky instrument forward and sending it crashing to the ground.

"I can't soak my vines in nutrient muck, can't jump, can't access my cage for storage, can't eat popcorn with Barrel when something funny is happening, and now I can't even play my FATHERSMASHING XYLOPHONE!" he screamed.