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 Phoenix Down
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
The keys to the Starship Enterprise
An incomplete printout listing all 9 billion names of god
A "fun-size" bottle of shampoo
A single maid a-milking
A crocheted baby blanket with a large discolored spot in the corner
A Pair of Headphones
A Mat of Dryer Lint
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou

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