- 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'll let you speak.
Te dejaré hablar.
Te dejaré hablar.
Ti lascerò parlare.
Eu vou deixar que fale.