Me: my think thunker has a hurty hurt in my brainy hole.
Sister not really caring: Soo in other words you have a migraine.
Me giving a thumbs up while I pull ten blankets over my head to block out the lights as I talk in a demnic voice: EnD mY sUfFeRiNg!
Sister jokingly: do you have a a sword I could use.
Me: If I did I'd end up impaling myself on it because I can't see straight.
Sister still jokingly: I could use the butter knife.
Me unsure of what to say so ends up quoting Deadpool 2 incorrectly due to migraine: hunny did you sharpen the butter knife?
Sister: it was a cream cheese spreader!
Mom: it's the same thing.
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