Aisle 314, Shelf 9, Object E0:F9:DB:A5:EC:4F
An ornately-framed mirror, about three feet tall. Your reflection seems ordinary, but glaring over your left (or is that right?) shoulder is Helena Blavatsky. She shouts, or laughs -- it's hard to tell without sound -- and you begin to see the shelving through your hands.
Aisle 11, Shelf 9, Object AE:4A:FA:9D:BA:CE
A 13-inch RCA color TV/VCR combo playing an advertisement for "pocket" garden hoses on a continuous loop. It does not appear to be plugged in.
When your safety badge gets hot enough to melt and release its ammonia fumes, you realize that you have been chanting the sales pitch along with the narrator for the last ten minutes. Your throat is raw, and now you're going to have to spend the last hour of your shift in Decontamination. Damn it.
I toot about the things you find in the Warehouse as you go about your rounds.
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