Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants to grow devil horns.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A copy of Servants of the Wankh by Jack Vance
A Tricorder
A counterfeit gravestone
A 24kt Gold Ingot
A 2:1 scale model of Jupiter
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
A set of earplugs (with earwax)
A Federation Communicator
A Plastic Bag full of Plastic Bags
A perfect agate

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