Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that makes your groin itch.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A birb
A bag of crudely crushed coffee beans
A chewed up wad of Wrigley's Doublemint Gum removed from the bottom of a seat at Yankee Stadium
A cherry blossom
A Necklace made of Black Piano Keys
A bouncy ball
A Glass Vial containing the vasopressin secreted by an individual while they had a romantic daydream about the stranger sitting a few seats down from them on a bus
A three-headed monkey
A Plastic Thing that looks important but you have no idea what it's for
A counterfeit gravestone

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