Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
An Orb to Ponder
A pink lawn flamingo
An unopened box of secrets
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
A Dictionary
A Gift for the Man who has Everything
A Plastic Bag full of Plastic Bags
The original "Wow!" signal printout
A Macroeconomics Textbook
A Hookshot

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