Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that feasts on the flesh of the living.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Fish Spatula
A Tape Measure
A key from the Hotel California, smelling faintly of colitas
A Scroll of Summon Johnny Wallbank
An Estrus Flask
A toothpick-sized battering ram
A small Asteroid from the Oort Cloud made mostly of ice but containing a lump of platinum the size of a canned ham
A Round Tuit
A small chunk of Kryptonite
The Mighty Stone

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