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 magic torch that will burn as long as Centralia, PA does
An Angelic Visage
A picture of paper, or maybe snow... or a ghost
A lightsaber
A Seashell
A sagging IKEA bookshelf
A 45rpm single of "Jailhouse Rock" (with "Treat Me Nice" on the B-side)
A clockwork frog (used)
A King's Quest hint guide
A Chartreuse Houndstooth Handkerchief

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