Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that failed to mention the flesh-eating bacteria.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Snowball
An Estrus Flask
A succulent Chinese meal
A key from the Hotel California, smelling faintly of colitas
A quail family in a cardboard box
A Sword smithed from iron extracted from the blood of your Enemies
A Ship Rib
An Unopened and Weirdly Heavy Can of New Coke
A Milk Crate repurposed to be a chair in the back of a busy kitchen
An Infinite Improbability Drive

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