Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is slowly stealing stuff from you, you just know it.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Plastic Bag full of Plastic Bags
A bag of crudely crushed coffee beans
A single fleck of dust made of dust mites and human skin
A chewed up wad of Wrigley's Doublemint Gum removed from the bottom of a seat at Yankee Stadium
A Diamond Sword
A piece of candy with dust and dog hair stuck to it
The One Ring to Rule them All
A Monkey's Paw
A broken light bulb
An Angelic Visage

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