Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that can't figure out what was so bad about Hitler.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Pine Cone
A Phoenix Down
A Slotted Spoon perfect for making Baked Beans
A piece of paper listing how many doors and how many wheels there are in the universe
A pack of paper joss-cigarettes that have been burned as an offering to the ancestors
A chewed up wad of Wrigley's Doublemint Gum removed from the bottom of a seat at Yankee Stadium
A Tyranosaurus Power Morpher
A Kidney Stone in a Small Glass Jar
A Type II Phaser
A roman dodecahedron

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