They win

Turns out there was a lot more to lose than some pride.

I had never seen Brad or Kyle play as intensely as they did in that moment, and I was thoroughly defeated. "Welllll shit" I muttered, dropping my controller. Brad patted me on the back, "There's nothing wrong with losing, lil' brother. Now fairs fair. There's no time like the present." Kyle turned everything off and then walked into the bathroom with the tablet.

Brad and I followed him in. Kyle turned to me and said "Ok, so you're gonna stay in here just in case there's any... accidents. We'll be out there and make the changes and then you can surprise us."

"Speaking of surprises, you aren't gonna tell me what you're going to do?" I asked.

"NOPE" Brad chirped in my ear. As I turned to grimace at him, Kyle pulled what looked like a cord from the tablet and poked me in the arm with it. I didn't feel anything besides a gentle press on my skin, and looked at Kyle. "Part of the process! Sit and relax!" He said, and I sighed and sat down on the toilet lid. "We'll be here if anything goes wrong!" Brad said as he and Kyle practically ran out of the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

I waited for what seemed like 5 minutes and yelled through the door "Whats the holdup?"

"We're working out who gets to go first" Kyle yelled back.