I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE
If you spoil Prometheus for me before the weekend is over, I will personally learn the necessary science to somehow breed, splice, or engineer from scratch a species indistinguishable from Alien-style xenomorphs — soldier drones, queens, everything — with no regard for the long-term ecological or bioethical implications thereof, and I will unleash them upon the entire human race, making sure to start with you, so that millennia later an archaeological team from a more enlightened people will find in the acid-scarred ruins of our dead planet a picture of you with the words IT WAS [YOUR NAME]’S FAULT written underneath it.
Do not be the one who causes this to happen.
You have been warned.
