As we know, puppi has bad handwriting and cannot spell to save his life. The words were jumbled around.
"Ah-Klaus..."
"Is it good!?"
"It's um-it's a bit...hard to read..."
"No itz nawt..."
"I-it....kinda is..."
"Oh..."
He frowned.
"But um-how about-"
He grabs a piece of paper and a pencil
"You tell me what you want to say, and I'll write it down for you, yeah?"
"....no......I-I wanted to do it by m-myself...."
"There's nothing wrong with getting help sometimes..."
