Oh this is easy.

That's like threatening to fight every heterosexual at a Melissa Etheridge concert.

Prokhorov isn't the kind of guy who'd offer you a little sumpin-sumpin under the table to opt out of your contract and sign with the Nets, though.

Late to the party, but that subsequent admission of "making it up as we go along" was the biggest betrayal, in my opinion. We heard all through the first two (maybe three?) seasons that they had real answers, and a real end, etc. They also flat out said, multiple times, it wasn't "purgatory," or "they're all dead." So…

My old football coach would say, "Curls? Curls will get you laid, but won't make your arms strong."

I do realize that's what the robots want us to think.

In Soviet Planet of the Apes, damned dirty apes impregnate you!