Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has framed you for mail fraud.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A List of Every Possible Object
A box of one dozen starving crazed weasels
A Salt Shaker Filled with Pepper
A Ticket Outta This Joint
A painted stone
A fax sent by a samurai to Abraham Lincoln
The original "Wow!" signal printout
A keyring full of random keys you're afraid to throw away
An unopened box of secrets
A periscope

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