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 Grapefruit scented candle
A mirror inset with a broken blue gem
A Japanese puzzle box
The Ark of the Covenant
A lovely cobweb
A pair of jorts with "juicy" written on the butt
A piece of broken wire with two odd little green furry dots
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
A half-empty can of 4loko
A paperclip

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