So you were minding your own business -- trying to get some detective work done -- when suddenly a voice emerged from within you and told you you're a wuss, a namby-pamby, a sissy and a limp jellyfish. This voice has *zero* gender-sensitivity and even less empathy for underwhelming athletic performance. Try to purposefully piss it off, see if it teaches you something. Pretend you don't know the difference between a double and a single support phase in the discipline of hammer throw. It hates that.
Wait! How *did* you know all those hammer throw techniques? How do you know how to hold a discus? Or the world youth record *in* discus? Something doesn't add up here. This mushy thing between your ears didn't know the name of the *city* you're in, but it comes *loaded* with trivia about the correct “chin-position” of a shot put ball. Could it be that... SHUT UP NAMBY-PAMBY! This train of thought ends abruptly. It’s *leg day*! Straighten your rhombus muscle! It’s shirts vs. skins -- take your shirt off Namby, you're skins!
Requires 40 minutes research time
-2 Encyclopedia: Intense workout
+2 Physical Instrument if shirt slot is empty
Do the pétanque Red Check with Gaston and René (needs confirming).
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