Couldn't wait a couple days so I don't have to

Admiral, bring the Master back. Better be the last time I have to

[Private to the Admiral]

You need to split us up. It's not funny, it was never funny. I want a new inmate, and if he's ever going to graduate, he needs a new warden. Split us up.

All right, that's it.

The Master's still in Zero as far as I know. I don't I'm not dealing with kids. If someone else wants to change his diaper, go for it. Just leave me out of it.

Someone get down here before I kill him again.

I'm running out of bullets.

(((Backdated to after this log. Jack's been killing the Master. A lot. BOY IS LOSING IT.)))

[Private to the Master]

I could put this off longer, but I'd rather get it over with. Time to talk with your new warden.

[Private to Angelica Sexby]

We haven't met, ma'am, but I promised Armand I'd ask if he could borrow some of your clothes, while this flood continues. He's uncomfortable, and I think getting him in clothes that fit will help him relax.

[Private to 11-12]

Hey. I hear you're in the infirmary. How you holding up?