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Instead of panicking, he leaned in, fully committed to the round. “I’m not leaving,” he muttered, laser-focused despite sitting in his own catastrophe. Each movement brought another faint squelch, but he didn’t flinch. Against all odds, he clutched the round, securing victory for the team. The room, however, was uninhabitable, and so was his chair. From that day on, he was the hero who squelched himself for the win—proof that true dedication has no limits (or dignity).