^ **throws a visit by a team from the World Society for the Protection of Animals**

Throws a tasty, roast, drenched in wine sauce, wild-boar leg!

^ **throws it back with a bottle of Chardonnay and a super-model who said that she wanted to meet you**

^throws my school work which is a stack of books a mile high and takes hours to do it.

^ **throws a question for your teacher(s): "Mr. or Ms. ______," should I get in trouble for something I didn't do? (Of course not, ______) Okay, that's great, "Mr. or Ms. ______," because I didn't do my homework."**

Throws the model back, because i like only next-door girls and i would accept only the one, *correct* Star-Chan; nobody else!

I throw a 25-or-so inch flat-screen TV from the same small trash-pile as before; the visuals work just fine, but something about the audio has replaced every sound with a loud buzz, as if the best-case scenario is a single part is out-of-place.

Throws a spare napalm, resting in barracks storage from the 60s

^ **throws an M18 Claymore mine** Remember, "FRONT TOWARD ENEMY"

Throws a well roasted turkey, filled to the brim with chopped up poultry liver, pinecone seeds, rice, minced-meat, whole chestnuts and a round dish with roast potatoes and carrot wheels

Throws a shovel for your eating utensil.

^ **throws you a book on how to achieve true gustatorial and gastronomical satiety for the gourmand, to throw at KiNgBrAdLeY**

^
Throws a accordion, that only plays Kass's theme from legends of zelda... even when you aren't playing it!
(kinda creepy i know)

Throws Donald Trump's air accordion. It's invisible and doesn't take a lot of space to carry around.

Throws ahmm, come on man, you know; the thing.