bright college days
When I was at university, I occasionally played floor hockey. One day I was "practicing" in our apartment (ie, I was shooting the plastic puck randomly around the living room). After I had hit my brother and our roommate a couple of times, my brother indicated his preference for me doing that somewhere else. Roommate didn't say anything at all, until I hit him again. Then he picked up the puck, walked out the patio door, and threw the puck as far as he could (over several fences and into some trees). Then he sat down. I felt his position was eloquently stated.