As the rocket launcher speeds towards, I fight fire with fire...I throw my crappy Russian mail order bride out in front. However, NeoAC, you made a mistake-there was still a rocket, and the force of the explosion throws me several yards.
As I windmill wildly through the air, I realized that the shrapnal from my ex-russian bride's dogtags has removed my leg. I catch it and throw it before I hit the ground and pass out...