Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that hates you with a burning passion.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A complete Mandelbrot Set, still in the box
A flaming bag of dog poop
A Chartreuse Houndstooth Handkerchief
A beer hat
A German nutcracker screaming for its missing lever
A miniature F5 tornado sealed in box
A pair of jorts with "juicy" written on the butt
A borb
A Blue Porcelain Teacup manufactured between the years 1948-1950 in Occupied Japan
A cat clock, keeping rhythm to an unknown timescape

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