Bursting into his room, you see him writing in some book. You take it from his hands and start reading it despite his protests.

It reads: 'Dear, diory. Today I lerned my furst curs wrd. It is fuk. Dear -dao--dio- Diary. I lerned the b word. Bich. Dear diory. Bich.'*

He tries to take the book from your hands

"Hey, quit, that's mine!"