Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has latched itself onto your face and is laying an embryo in your stomach.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A snowglobe from the St. Eligius Hospital gift shop
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A pair of jorts with "juicy" written on the butt
A 'Make Your Own Demon Core' Kit
A VHS tape labeled "The Hacienda 11th Grade"
A sphere of clear polystyrene from the stomach of a man who ate coffee cups
A nice heavy stone, completely worthless for skipping
A great crested newt
A Gold Ring from Sonic the Hedgehog
A single maid a-milking

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