"Listen, I don't want to do this, alright?" Tyler demanded. Kevin wasn't having it. He whipped the wand authoritatively against his hand in impatience.
"Hey, this was your idea, buddy," He reminded him, "You bet me thinking you wouldn't lose. You thought for sure you would win, so you came up with the most embarrassing thing you could think to do to me." Tyler knew he was right, but he didn't want to go outright and say it. Maybe he'd go easier on him if he just shut up about it. Kevin was poised to get on with it.
"Okay, okay," Tyler reluctantly agreed, "Just make it fast. Don't drag it out longer than you have to." Kevin furrowed his brow.