He whirled around, immediately trying to watch his back and his front at once. Not good. Very not good.

"I always hated that game," he said, a bit irritably. (It had, to be fair, been less about the game itself and more about his many complexes about liking anything he perceived as childish, but that was beside the point.) "How about a different one? Like, the one where I kick you in the face?"