[So, ever since she talked to guy-who-announces-the-slaughter (Hey, must be a nice enough job) Cally has been thinking about it deeply- very deeply. She might not quite be the innocent flower that she acts all the time but she certainly isn't evil, and many people getting killed isn't her idea of fun...

Unfortunately she's only been able to come up with a few bits of information; and so she figures that she needs a tiny bit of help, a little aid from the biggest brain that she knows...

So, Plane, here is one Cally! And, besides the one Cally, is one gong. Old looking, unpolished and very, very big.

Guess who's holding a stick?

Cally takes a deep breath, wonders if she should plug her ears and then disregards it and smacks the gong with all the force in her arm... We're terribly sorry for any loss of hearing that might result from this action. Really, it's for your own good.

...As is the yell that soon follows.]

SATOSHIIIIIIII!

[A long, silent pause as the sound fades away and Cally gets some of her hearing back. Then she glances around sheepishly, raising a hand to rub at the back of her head.]

...Or, y'know, any other smart people that don't want people to get murdered an' stuff. [Another pause, as she tilts her head at the ringing sound in her ears] Oops.