Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is all out of cookies.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
An Octopus
A Rock
A slug of banana flavored rum from Colombia
A speckled blue eggshell, abandoned
A palate of duck confit
A set of wooden building blocks that spell "lol butts"
A Necklace made of Black Piano Keys
A fresh bundle of thyme with receipt
A Set of Ukulele Strings
A magic torch that will burn as long as Centralia, PA does

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