The old art of Skutter tossing (Oh, and smashing)

Who: Jay, Phil, CK, Mk6, Seymour, Wowbagger, and 1 Hymenoptera
Where: On the Hymenoptera planet
When: after the Raven rescued Harris
<snip>
Seymour looked at the small scutter at his feet, and considered the
distance to the RAID.
He picked up MK6 and tried to guess his weight.
"Hey what are you doing?!" Asked MK6 in his hands.
"Well… how desperate do you want to get the RAID back?" Seymour
asked him.
Mk6 considered this ad guessed what Seymour wanted to do.
"Hmm… good point. Just make sure you throw me onto the cushion!"
Seymour threw Mk6 towards the speeding RAID below them.
"Pfft, you throw like a girl!" Mocked Jay.
"Oh, I dunno- he's going quite far… said Wowbagger."
<end snip>
"Oh, god. Talk about irony. The pansy thew me too far." said Mk.6 to
anyone listening on that radio frequency, coincidentaly the one
several people on the Dwarf were listening to.
"Well, I've always said, I'm gonna live forever or die trying."
Mk.6 landed infront of the RAID's left wheel.
"YA SMEG!" he shouted at Seymour
"SHALL I HAVE THAT ENGRAVED ON YOUR TOMBSTONE?" Seymour shouted back
after which Jay slapped him on the back of the head.
"Well, here goes nothing"
Mk.6 moved his Bazookoid as far infront of him a possible, being on
his side.
The RAID ran over it and totally obliterated his body.
Suddenly, the crumpled remains of what was once a bazookoid
overloaded and made an adequate explosion, shooting Mk.6's head
skywards. This then bounced off the controll console, shutting down
the raid and made a spectacular firery crash in the back.
The others ran down the cliff to where the RAID was sitting, almost
undamaged by the explosion.
"Smeg dude, are you ok?" said Wowbanger
"Hmm lemme think about that" said the severely dented head in a very
deep voice, with its red eye blinking weakly.
"Look, just hit Seymour for me."
"Oh, now come on. He doesnt know what he's saying." panicked Seymore
Everybody turned to face Seymour and hit him.
"Well, I've always wanted to do this" he said weakly.
"I'm scared Dave, will I dream. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer
do..."
Mk.6's single baleful eye finally faded as his voice reached an
unaudiably low pitch.
"Oh well" said Seymore cheerily. "At least we got the RAID back!"
Everybody turned to him again and proceded to 'lay him out'.
<tag anyone>
OOC: Well, you may now concider Mk.6 as legitimately dead... For the
moment
OOC 2: Dont bring him back
OOC 3: Seriously
OOC 4: But DON'T discard the head
OOC 5: Thank you for not smoking