give yourself a nose with the lockpick

i guess all those years of performing botched plastic surgery jobs didn't go to wast-


guess not.
you pocket the nose anyways.
complentate reality and wonder if you really exist

you're not helping scrungy in this situation, you're making it worse
the existential dread is setting in.
inventory- sharpened half of a lockpick, covered in blood
- a plank of wood with scratches on it
- keyring with key
- lifelike nose
cranium inventory- the other half of the lockpick
what will scrungy bingus do??