Lo and behold, members of a fish school jumped from the barely-polluted water and latched onto the faces of Eva and the doe! Things had gone awry, and it was time for an actual response. This came from none other than Gardius Mok, fresh-water tuna, champion of all fish.

"Boys, girls, what has led you to this nonsense!? Come down from there," he shouted from underwater. However, with the fish being out of water and fish language generally meant for H2O fluid communication, the precision of his message was lost in translation. As a result of this, the assortment of fish began slapping their victims with their tails, while they tried to flail them off. The fish, and their powerful, shark-like jaws, would not budge. Essentially, everything was being flailed about wildly, and the peaceful union of sipping land-dwellers had been interrupted by the inexplicable actions of malicious people who should still have been swimming.

Gardius Mok leaped into the air and told them to retreat in sign language. At once the fish fell back into the stream. "This was not the scheduled attack. Our plan was to move the rocks to provide shade for eggs! Do these innocent foreigners look like rocks? No!! This battle is useless, fools."

"With all due respect-"

"We've been unharmed," inserted the doe, alive and uninjured.

"they were drinking our water! We live in this," one lowly fish piped up.

"Look, no. This is not your water, this is my water, and you can make do without a few droplets of it, plus it will be replenished with the currents."