"Oh no, I'd never do that to you!" Coraline's eyes seem to go even rounder, and she gives a vigorous reassuing shake of her head. She'd already formulated a clever idea that didn't involve hurting anybody's inorganic body. "I figured we could use garbage bins and bang on them!"

"But you're right..." She reconsiders carefully, lookinng down at the tape recorder in her hands. "We want Napstablook's music to be able to sound just the way they like best, with a little bit of other sounds mixed in, to keep things new and interesting. Spooky-waves it is!"

She points toward the beach imperiously, like she's leading a nooble crusade, then marches forward in that direction, tape recorder at ready to capture the surf.