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.)))

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

[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.