“I’m trying to think!” Millie moaned.
“If you have to make that face, you must be stupid,” her brother retorted. “You look like you’re in pain just from the effort.”
“I… I…” the powers of speech were lost to her as her face turned red, then purple. Her eyes began to bug out, showing far too much white.
“Stop thinking, Millie!” He cried in desperation.
But it was too late, as her head swelled like a gory balloon, veins popping, blood pouring down her face until the pressure of thought became too great and her brain splattered against the walls.
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.