[Throws the Frostbite engine]

I throw my frostbitten toes, unable to throw my fingers which have become fused to my rainbow RGBed membrane keyboard

I throw out this question: how are you able to throw anything when your fingers are occupied by a frozen keyboard?

I throw ... ummm ... a confused look ... i guess?

(Continuing a previous timeline) We throw ourselves onto an island.

*Throws a spear yelling in an unknown language* Get off my islawnd!!!

*Pulls out the spear from Lego's chest* "nice, i'll keep this." *Throws a bar of gold as compensation*

The gold lands squarely in my wound and I throw accusations that the spear-thrower stole our food rations.

^ I throw my United States Naval air reconnaissance detachment into high alert, which discovers and comes to the aid and the of supplying of the castaways on Gilligan's Island. This action, summarily results in the rescue of the crew of the touring vessel, the U.S. Minnow, ending as part of a successful joint operation with the United States Coast Guard.

As a parting gift, I throw from the rescue boat my half-rotten coconut and hit the real food thief, a boar, squarely on the eyebrow.

One of the islands' inhabitants wants to thank you for leaving a wild boar ready to be butchered and cooked.
He throws a menhir hitting the rather flimsy vessel. I throw a party.

From the comfort of this boat ride, I feel confident enough to throw out this hypothetical solution to our food supply problem: we could have fallowed the boar's lead and licked slime off the rocks!

^ (throws the ice machine) There's plenty of slime in there.

I throw this running joke into the past now that we've been saved by...let's say, Moe. Yes, Moe serves in the Navy now, sure.

^ (throws seaman recruit Bart Simpson)