- 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...?
Let 'er rip!
Lassen wir’s krachen!
¡Arranquen!
¡Arrancad!
En avant toute !
Falla partire!
Vamos sair rasgando!