The brain cell massacre

The night rang with the sound of Kate’s brain frizzling; and consequently it grew steadily to resemble a morass of scrambled egg. And who or what is to blame for this terrible tragedy? Homework. Maths homework to be precise. His weapon? Indices. He hit and hammered and chiselled away incessantly until my poor brain cells cried out for mercy, shrivelling up and dying. He has stirred up brain-crime before…but tonight his felonies are worse than ever; tonight he has committed mass murder.