- 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...?
My people, please laugh at my foolish self.
Mein Volk …
Mi pueblo, ríanse de mi estupidez.
Mi pueblo,
podéis reíros de mi estupidez.
Mon bon peuple,
Mio popolo, mia gente, 
per favore ridete della mia stupidità.
Meu povo, por favor, riam da tola que sou.