I'm So Not Sorry for This One Time with the Remote Control War

So, like, there was this epic battle royale with my older brothers over who gets to control what TV show or movie we all wanted to watch. We've had these battles since forever and honestly, they are so predictable I could write a playbook on how to win. This time though? Oh man, it got real. I mean like, super-real. The thing is, my oldest brother Alex (he's the most competitive of us) was getting cocky about some new strategy he thought up. So naturally, this had to end. You see, when he goes all in on something and starts being that annoying know-it-all with a smirk? That's just asking for it. He didn't even see it coming, I had been laying low, pretending like I couldn't figure out his play but really, I was just waiting for the right moment to strike. It came when we were all about to start watching some dumb action movie he wanted us to watch (which is a whole other confession in itself, let me tell you). So yeah, it's not exactly rocket science or morally ambiguous or anything, but taking down the big boss of our family wars? Totally worth mentioning here. I'm still basking in the glory, by the way.