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... venting something revolutionary.
"Race walking," he whispered.
Not running. Not weightlifting. Just... walking. With rules. It was like the perfect sport invented for lazy geniuses.
"Fifty meters," he added, nodding to himself. "That’s... what? Two dramatic strides and some hip action? Done. Gold medal. Thank you very much."
He pictured it: employees wobbling across the floor like penguins with a bad attitude, while he collected rewards for "innovation." For once, ...
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