I was perfectly content being worshipped by the Ewoks until Master Luke made my chair fly. It is difficult to project divine composure when one would very much like to get down.
I simply shifted my weight to ease a rather stiff left actuator, and the entire crowd copied me! I must remind everyone that I am programmed for etiquette, not group choreography.
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.