Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants to borrow five dollars for lunch and you just know you're never going to see the money again.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A copy of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire signed by Caesar Augustus
A Flux Capacitor
A Matryoshka Doll set but they're all the same for some reason
A klein bottle
A Bird Feeder (empty)
A working Antikythera Mechanism
The keys to the Starship Enterprise
A Box of One Dozen Mixed Doughnuts
A 45rpm single of "Jailhouse Rock" (with "Treat Me Nice" on the B-side)
A duck-sized horse

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