Alright, whoever's in charge, listen up.

I don't know who the hell you think you're are, but I'm not gonna sit quietly and be another test subject for a bunch of assholes who think they "saved" me. I don't need saving; and I sure as hell ain't gonna put up with your shit if you make me stick around.

[Jin reached for something behind the computer, obscuring the view, before returning to look at the computer. He pulled out a pack of matches, took one out, struck it and lit something behind the computer, putting it out when he returned to view again.]

I hope you all rot in hell.

[He got up, backed away from the computer, and there was the sound of an explosion for a split second before the video feed cut out.]

(ooc: feel free to respond in action or over the network; if you want over voice, text or video, he can just go to another computer.)