In space, no one can hear you scream. But they can damn sure hear you cry, isn’t that right, Bill Paxton? Who knew that space exploration would require such a large supply of Kleenex? Game over, man. Game over.
Face it. Men are suckers for a crying woman. As soon as the tears start flowing, a man’s entire set of defenses falls in the face of her sorrow. (Or her contrived sorrow, depending on how good she is at crying on cue.) He is suddenly at her mercy, ready…
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