Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A fine feathered friend
A bag of fake snow made of asbestos
A piece of candy with dust and dog hair stuck to it
A lost sock
A cherry blossom
An indescribable colour
A klein bottle
A roman dodecahedron
A Tapir
A clone of 1984 Chevy Chase

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