[Cooper doesn't talk about shit that is actually important to him. So instead of raging about the danger his family is in, or the fact that he still doesn't have his gun back, or any of ten thousand other things, he is holding the mic of his device up to his wall, through which there is very audible, if slightly muffled barking.]

Kirk, if you don't shut your dog the fuck up right now, you are going to wake up with it's head on your sheets.

[Which is really just extremely inadvertent code for I-am-reaching-breaking-point, thus the lack of filter. Also seriously Aristotle shut the fuck up.]

[Private]

Frank Moses. Cynthia Wilkes. The whole fucking CIA if I--

[No, fuck it, he doesn't like this diary shit.]

[Filtered to inmates]

How many of you have kids at home?

[Added ten minutes later] Who has weapons?

[Private to Kay]

I want a new warden. [Actually he just wants his gun. But Kay doesn't have to know that the Admiral hasn't been CC'd here. :|]

[The feed cuts in abruptly, out of nowhere and mid-sentence.]

--ease...please don't hurt my fam--

[And just like that Cooper cuts himself off, silent for one long moment. Then there's just jostling, and a solid thump; Cooper may or may not have thrown his communicator across the room. Everything after that is muted for a moment - then there's sounds of movement, and the video function turns on.

Cooper is furious. Really, livid, like he might just start shooting. He even has his gun in hand, though it's out of sight.]

Send me back now!