Inventory

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

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A box of honeycomb cereal
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
A nice set of silverware
A Hard Drive full of Bitcoin
A pair of Disney cast member communal underwear
A Quantum of Solace
A catalog of lost media
A small Asteroid from the Oort Cloud made mostly of ice but containing a lump of platinum the size of a canned ham
A great crested newt
A body paint kit you used to know

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