Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is all out of cookies.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Fresh Set of Wisdom Teeth
A high pressure fuel injector
A picture of paper, or maybe snow... or a ghost
A matchbox containing one living trilobite
A magic torch that will burn as long as Centralia, PA does
A Holy Grail
A "Mr. Meat" bagel sandwich from the Bagel Street Deli in Athens, Ohio
A ziploc bag with a bit of white residue
A Glade scented plugin that smells of regret
A Peacock Feather

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