Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that hates you with a burning passion.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A bag of holding
A pressed leaf, brown and crumbling between your fingers, its original color unknown.
A Pile of Mixed Hair from a Barbershop
A Comically Oversized Plastic Toad
A dongle
A pre-production sample of Fruit Roll-Ups
A Banana made of Antimatter
The Sun
A slice of the trunk of Prometheus, the formerly oldest living organism
A bag of crudely crushed coffee beans

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