- 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...?
You fish punks! Stop!
Hört sofort auf, ihr Fischköpfe!
¡Sucios peces, deténganse!
¡Sucios peces, deteneos!
Arrête-toi, la poiscaille !
Maledetti pesciacci! Fermi!
Vocês, bando de peixes! Parem!