Lean sun-bronzed Tab Capslock stepped from the cabin of his aluminum rocketship and surveyed the alien horizon with a grin that had little to no humor in it. It was in truth more a grimace or smirk that showed his white even teeth gleaming in the pitiless glare from the cloudless sky. It was definitely not a sneer, but neither was it a smile; he was not beaming. It was a crooked grin, possibly a sardonic crooked grin, although it lacked mockery or derision. It seemed to betoken a wild adventurous spirit tempered by an innate sense of fair play.
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