The Perpetual Time Out

I don't know what the deal was today, but most of the day my children took turns spending it in the time out corner.  Often, multiple corners were in use at the same time.  Finally I banished them all to quiet reading on the couch.  For a solid two minutes there was a blissful silence in my home.  Then it began again.  "Mom, Sam is shooting (with a gun made solely of his own hand) at me!"  "His foot is touching mine!"  (Mom internally bangs head on the floor repeatedly.)  Seriously?