- 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...?
Hey, old man!
Oye, viejo.
Oye, viejo. ¡Deja de poner esa cara!
Ehi, vecchio!
Ei, velho!