[Thankfully it won't come to that. Really, it probably won't even come to a fight unless he catches Tony doing it again. Arthur tends to be loud, and he gets frustrated with surfacers thinking they can just dump their trash in the seas, but it's something he's reluctantly come to... not accept, really, nor condone, but to expect.]

Need I list possible effects on the local marine life? They continue to breed and clog the waters and eat native fish and plantlife. They die and rot and release non-native bacteria. They agitate the fish with that god-awful noise- [And that is half-shouted toward the water and the sinking batch of tribbles.] -thus driving them away. It's bad enough that I'm already disrupting the natural order of things by feeding these thrice-damned creatures to the predator species, but it has to be done, as long as it's a controlled process.

Yes, actually. [He slides farther into the water, swimming out to meet the pod of shark-like creatures, who seem as tame as anything with him, but... well the tribbles aren't so lucky.] They were too far out to notice.