C-3PO sits stiffly at a standard cubicle desk, wearing a headset just slightly too small for his golden dome.

C-3PO sits stiffly at a standard cubicle desk, wearing a headset just slightly too small for his golden dome. His expression is pure panic as he juggles multiple incoming holographic calls, each window flashing with complaints like 'My airspeeder won’t start!' and 'I was promised a working lightsaber!' His fingers fly awkwardly over a too-modern keyboard as he mutters, 'Oh dear, oh dear,' while attempting to sound cheerful in twelve different languages.

Behind him, a poster reads 'Customer Satisfaction: Always Above 80%' with a lightsaber slash cutting through the last zero. A steaming mug labeled 'Most Likely To Be Deactivated First' sits beside a messy pile of unresolved tickets. Despite the chaos, C-3PO sits upright, dedicated to maintaining protocol and politeness—even if he’s one rude call away from a full system reboot.