Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is completely stoned.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A fine feathered friend
A Monkey's Paw
A hidden pixel
A vacuum, abhorred by nature
A Ticket Outta This Joint
A Candy Bar Wrapper
A Stradivarius Violin
A crate of ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
A selection of necessary badges
A lovely cobweb

>_