Remember when you were in kindergarten and you were on the playground during recess and you decided it would be really fun to get on that big metal merry-go-round? So you go and get on but you just can't push it very fast yourself so it isn't much fun. That's when a 1st-grader shows up and offers to push it for you. You excitedly say yes. And the 1st-grader starts pushing it round and round using some new pushing technique you'd never quite thought of before. You go faster and faster and its so much fun. But then you start to feel a little queasy and tell the 1st-grader that you want to get off. The 1st-grader smiles and says "ok!" but proceeds to push the merry-go-round even faster than before. What seems like an eternity goes on as the merry-go-round keeps spinning and spinning and you can't figure out why this 1st-grader is making you stay on when you clearly want to leave. This continues until finally you can't stand it any longer. You lose your lunch, quite literally, all over the little stones that cover the playground. And that really sucks because they had pizza and french fries today and now, due to this traumatic incident you will never look at pizza and french fries quite the same way.
The moral of the story is that the three players you describe, OP, were 1st-graders. This is also what is known as being a d*ck. I hope they receive everything that is coming to them, namely an evil boss who makes them work unpaid overtime, a 400 lb. spouse, and the herpes.