Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants your SOUL.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A flaming bag of dog poop
A copy of the Voynich Manuscript
A Hookshot
A Bullet Used in the Assassination of President Humphrey
A Seashell
A single maid a-milking
A "fun-size" bottle of shampoo
A holographic turtle
A three-headed monkey
A single stick of fruit stripe gum

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