[ Lance definitely is thrown face first into the dirt, and he actually stays put for a second. He did not. The rage from Lance's red face could probably heat the ground beneath him, if he didn't push himself up and sit up toward Keith--

...who is handing him the gun. Lance scowls!! What is this!! This pity gun!! This horrible, coconut filled, 'got-my-ass-dragged-into-the-dirt' pity gun!!! ]

Keith!! [ he dusts off his shirt and stands up, using the crook of his elbow to clear his face of all dirt and mud. What a not happy child. He takes the gun quickly, giving it an angry look over. Stupid Keith. Stupid Keith and his stupid ninja fast reflexes. ]

I am so not gonna forget this. [ he mad. His look softens just a bit when Keith talks about hunk, and it makes the blue paladin feel for the grooves that make the weapon...work. It's brutally prehistoric. A coconut is picked up and placed into the main chamber, and Lance cocks the weapon to ready the weapon. ]

There's enough coconuts that the big guy could make a coconut pie and we'd still be able to take out a Galra ship! And coconuts regrow! [ his own words sink in a bit. This is pretty smart. ]