Uh, you people are silly.  
Look, I know what's going on in the other thread ... you're voting me off the island.  I knew one day this would happen, that the thing I spawned would turn against me, form an angry mob, grab pithforks and torches, and chase me through a rustic village shouting, "Monster! Monster!"  And that I would eventually lose the crowd, slow down, almost trip on a log, but would regain my balance at the last minute, then turn around, take a few steps backwards and tumble into an old well.  And even that I would land on my neck, breaking it but not killing me, and that I would lie there paralyzed for days and finally perish of starvation while rats nibbled on my toes.  
Yeah, I knew this would happen.
*cue sad walking-away music from the end of The Incredible Hulk*