Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Salt Lick
A kaleidoscope
A flaming bag of dog poop
A Ream of Printer Paper
A temporary restraining order for the person of your choosing
A Federation Communicator
A Comically Oversized Plastic Toad
The Third Secret of Fátima
A selection of necessary badges
A half-eaten box of Scooby Snacks

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