- 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...?
Sorry, but I'm out.
Ich mach ’nen Abgang.
Lo siento, me voy.
Lo siento, me voy.
Je me barre.
Scusate, ma io me ne vado.
Não leva a mal, mas estou fora.