Unless you happen to be one of the increasing number of children and adults observing their antics, of course.

He lurches forward - ready to end it once and for all and wrest the pistol out of his friend's hand, already planning his victory - when Murdock's knee catches him at the worst possible angle.

"Fuck..." he barely stifles cry, rolling immediately onto his back, knees drawing together and up with the strike of pain to his groin.