Drop the bomb.

In utter shock and awe, I am too stunned at this discovery to react. The bomb nails me in the forehead-- "Ouch", I say, going unconscious. However, I have embedded a device into myself, to detect when I'm going unconscious and activate an explosive as a response. I was planning to get rid of it because most of the time it just blew up my bed, but today it shall be used to catastrophic effect.

The explosion from my device combines with the explosion of the bomb, which under normal circumstances would have probably caused it to also explode cause reactions and stuff. However, before Barry Tarry can give in to his explosive nature, his legal advisors emerge from the shadows and hold up a tablet with the very nature of this world. "...on the first second of the 17th of December, the bomb will explode." Barry Tarry, realizing that if he explodes now he will be disassembled for breaking the laws of this reality, is met with a crossroads. Explode, or not to explode. That is the question. Then Shakespeare appears and sues Barry Tarry directly, meaning he has to make a grand escape before he's taken to court. Exploding would leave behind ashes, and those ashes could be brought in a jar to the judge. Instead, Barry Tarry decides not to explode, instead being flung miles and miles by the explosion from my device. This lands him on the top of a train heading towards San Francisco. However, since we are on a forum that doesn't have any set location to follow, "on the top of a train heading towards San Francisco" means about the same thing as "In Link's hands". So he actually lands there.

Sorry, Link. I was unconscious the whole time, I couldn't do anything.

I grab it and shoot it at mars

I am on Mars waiting for your throw. I then throw the bomb back to you.