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:
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership
A copy of How To Always Say the Right Thing by Glorietta Axelrod
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
An indescribable colour
The Sun
A novelty pencil eraser
A bag of crudely crushed coffee beans
The deed to a salt mine in Utah
A Blue Porcelain Teacup manufactured between the years 1948-1950 in Occupied Japan
A hovering kestrel

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