- 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...?
Ya got it!
Verlass dich auf uns!
¡Claro!
¡Claro!
Compte sur nous !
Certo!
Deixa conosco!