- 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...?
Ain't happenin'!
Zu spät, Schnalle!
¡No lo creo!
¡De eso nada!
J’arrive !
Scordatelo!
Lá vai!