Carver made a few half-assed attempts to fight Jack off and crawl up the ramp, but quickly gave up and allowed himself to be carried. He sat in Jack's grip, arms crossed over his chest and metal chin jutted out in a stubborn, scowling pout.

Finkelstein finally found his voice. "Liar! It's not [i]nearly[/i] that bad! She's been walking and running around just fine for days!She's just manipu-- Wait, Jewel, what are you doing with my--"

Jewel opened her husband's head hatch and pulled out his brain. She unceremoniously dropped the organ in the lap of his now completely comatose body. She made the tiniest of smiles in Carver's direction. "I'll clean it off and put it back once we get you situated in the lab. I think he's done enough talking today, don't you think?"

Carver tucked his head downward so no one would see the grin overtake his pout at Jack's invitation to the trio, and Jewel's further refusal to tolerate her husband's corpse rot. He lifted it back up to sneer when asked about the noise in his leg. "I tried to convince him to [i]at least[/i] make an access hatch so I could get my vines out to soak. He wouldn't even do that much. So I started eating his tools and other random stuff to try and force the matter."

"So [i]that's[/i] why I've been using our backup stash of wrenches more often, lately..." 

Carver blinked and looked over at Jewel. "You guys have a backup stash?"

"Of course, dear," the female Finkelstein replied amicably. "We began stocking up after you and your friends hid all of our screwdrivers around the lab when you were smaller."