Inventory

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

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A slug of banana flavored rum from Colombia
A balloon dog
A Plastic Bag full of Plastic Bags
A rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle
A duck-sized horse
A pre-production sample of Fruit Roll-Ups
An unopened box of secrets
A map of Kenosha, Wisconsin
A bag of fake snow made of asbestos
A keyring full of random keys you're afraid to throw away

>_