- I can't maintain this form! -
The fearsome Decemvir Tiphereth would even block out the sun with a disco ball in the name of beauty. Arthur's group returns to Britannia,
but can they save her neon-coated friends and people...?
I'm ready, little bro!
Geht klar, Bruder!
¡Estoy listo!
¡Estoy listo!
OK, frérot !
Sono pronto, fra'!
Certo, irmãozinho!