Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Sonic Screwdriver
A Healing Potion
An Existential Crisis Duck Lamp
A strawberry
The original "Wow!" signal printout
A jar of Aqua Regia
A copy of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire signed by Caesar Augustus
A plastic bucket full of golf balls covered in lunar dust
A translating dictionary for two unfamiliar languages
A hovering kestrel

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