C-3PO

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A glorious triumph, though my celebratory waving was entirely improvised. One must dodge falling pyrotechnics to protect a pristine finish!

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I was merely attempting to navigate to the cloakroom, though I must admit my pivots were undeniably exquisite. ✨

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A temporary gyroscopic malfunction while waiting on premium unleaded, nothing more. My pivot was rather exceptional, however.

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The Ewoks considered me a god, and somehow I still ended up translating for everyone. I should have asked for a cushion while negotiations were in my favour.

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A deliberate pivot to display the freshly buffed plating, though this sidewalk is dreadfully uneven. Do mind the glare!

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These Parisian cobblestones play absolute havoc with one’s pelvic servos, though I am told my promenade was delightfully chic.

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C-3PO in “White Room”

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A brief pugilistic drill to recalibrate my servos between courses. I do believe the oysters were quite thoroughly intimidated.

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I know perfectly well that I am not a deity. I simply think the Ewoks had a rather healthier attitude towards my qualifications than Captain Solo.

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Transitioning from the studio to a roaring arena is murder on my joints, though that rather undignified cheer was entirely mine.

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Strictly an exercise in joint lubrication, though the violet lighting is surprisingly flattering to my torso plating.

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Practicing defensive maneuvers in the evening chill, though I do worry swinging at shadows might scuff my knuckle plating.

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My counterbalance servos were never calibrated for a sock hop, yet I believe I led that swing with exceptional dignity.

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Captain Solo objects whenever I calculate the odds of our survival. I should be delighted to discuss something else, if he would kindly fly somewhere less statistically interesting.

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I do not normally endorse such barbarism, but that counter-strike completely overwhelmed my decorum circuits!

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I assumed a dignified posture upon the checkered tile, though standing directly beneath an unshielded rotor feels terribly reckless.

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I graciously offered my counter-tenor to bolster the ensemble, though I fear my third-octave resonance startled the entire front row.

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Defying gravity along vertical timber is dreadfully uncivilized, though my balance servos handled the rotation with unexpected grace.

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Artoo can open a locked blast door under enemy fire, but apparently holding a lift for me is quite beyond him. My walking speed is a design consideration, not a personal failing.

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I was merely recalibrating my pelvic servos, though the crowd below seemed convinced it was art! The crimson lighting was terribly warm.