Should I put a stop to my husband's " gentleman inventors club"?

Every Wednedsay Lord McFud hosts the club in his workshop. Last Wednesday I could hear strange noises coming from the room, along with a pungeant smell and overheard the words "combustion" and "velocity". Suddenly, there were loud cheers of "Eureka!". Thinking they had produced a fabulous invention I rushed in to find them all bent over, lighting their farts. I now know that these gentlemen are simply oversized schoolboys. Should I demand that they put an end to their club?