It's the Golden Banana of Discord!
The Inform Designer's Manual (4th edition)
A packet of pipe cleaners.
It's Andrew Plotkin plotting something.
A half-eaten cheese sandwich.
Clang, clang, clang goes the tranny!
A family of integrals is here integrating.
A tuft of kitten fur, but no kitten.
A bottle of oil!  Refreshing!
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Clifford Stoll is here selling Klein bottles.
You found the marble in the oatmeal!
An empty Altoids tin.
An empty Penguin Mints tin.
So, THAT's what an invisible barrier looks like!
A cluster of cattails are growing here.
A discarded bagpipe chanter reed.
Big Bird is here looking for Mr. Looper.
It's a Linux install CD.
You found Puppy!  Too bad this isn't "robotfindspuppy".
Several meters of cat5 cable.
A scrap of parchment bears the single word, "meow".
A puddle of chocolate sauce.
Your pal Floyd is here and wants to play Hucka-Bucka-Beanstalk.
Someone is talking to Ralph on the big white phone here.
'Twas brillig in the slivey-toves...
Darth Vader is here looking for his Teddywookie.
A baboon with a bassoon hoots angrily at you.
Catsup and Mustard all over the place!  It's the Human Hamburger!
Gibble, Gobble, we ACCEPT YOU ...
A rancid corn dog.
It's a tribute to fishnet stockings.
A jar of Vegemite is playing hopscotch here.
Nipples, dimples, knuckles, NICKLES, wrinkles, pimples!!
A bottle of hair tonic.
A packet of catnip.
Here's Cal Worthington and his dog "Spot"!
It's Uncle Doctor Hurkamur!
YEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder Cats!!!
An overturned bottle of ink and lots of kitten pawprints.
A flyer advertising a sale at Spatula City.
A 540Hz tuning fork.
A 3-inch floppy disk.
Seargent Duffy is here.
A ball of pocket fluff.
A 3-sided Monty Python record.
A Sanrio catalog.
A scratching-post.
Butane!!!
An ice cube.
Just a cage of white mice.
You've found Harvey, the Wonder Hamster!
A jar of dehydrated water.
Just some swamp gas.
A bowl of cherries.
Spoon!!!
A sign reads "Don't step on the Mome Raths".
Dirty socks.
"Dogbert's tech support, how may I abuse you?"
A radio hisses away.  Kitten must have been here.
"Kilroy was here"
"Plexar was here"
"Kibo was here"
It's the cork to someone's lunch.
A piping-hot pizza.  Useless.
Diogenes is here demanding whisky.
The Monolith of Spam towers above you.
"Meow meow meow meow..."  How discouraging!  It's only a recording.
Marvin is complaining about the pain in the diodes down his left side.
Mr. Kamikaze and Mr. DNA are here drinking tea.
Rene Descarte is whistling a happy tune here.
Ooh, shiny!
It's a giant slorr!
A ketchup bottle (nearly empty).
A large pile of rubber bands.
A ton of feathers.
This nonkitten may contain peanuts.
A tree with some jelly nailed to it.
Ah, the skirl of the pipes and the rustle of the silicon...
You found Parakeet.  Too bad this isn't "robotfindsparakeet".
A ball of yarn.
A big chunk of frozen chocolate pudding.
There is no tea here.
An automated robot-doubter.  It doesn't believe in you.
A plastic model of Kitten.
It's Yorgle, the Yellow Dragon.
It's Grundle, the Green Dragon.
It's Rhindle, the Red Dragon.
An old pattern is here going on and on.
TV says donuts are high in fat.
It's a pool with a straw in it.
A singing frog.  Useless.
It's a funky beat!
A tiny ceramic Kitten.  It's probably not the Kitten you're looking for.
An oven mitt with kittens on it.
An empty coaxial cable spool.
Billions and billions of things that aren't Kitten.
Snarf?
Faboo!
99 bottles of beer are on a wall here.
Hydraulic fluid and jagged metal bits.  You recoil from the scene of carnage.
A bobolink is twittering a happy tune here.
Biscuits.
A blank deposit slip.
What's that blue thing doing here?
A travel-sized cyclotron.
A largish bath towel.
You found Chinchilla!  Too bad this isn't "robotfindschinchilla".
A meerkat... not even close.
A green yo-yo.
A hairless rat.
Bright copper kettles.
Ten yards of avocado-green shag carpet.
A zorkmid coin.
It's Babe Flathead's favorite bat.
It's cute like a kitten, but isn't a kitten.
A cyclops glowers angrily at you.
A discarded pop bottle.
Definitely not Kitten.
A mouse.
Slack!
A troll.  Ewww!!!
A tube of white lithium grease.  Perfect for your robotic joints.
Talcum powder.
A breadbox.  Nope, Kitten isn't in the breadbox.
An unlicensed nuclear accelerator.
A sub-atomic particle languishes here all alone.
A bowling ball with the name "Bob" inscribed on it.
A briefcase filled with spy stuff.
Is that an elephant's head or a winged sandal?
Bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy...
A tube of toothpaste.  Too bad you have no teeth.
This isn't the item you're looking for.
A discarded refrigerator box.  Nope, Kitten isn't in the box.
A paper shopping bag.  Nope, Kitten isn't in the bag.
A flyer reads, "Please donate hydraulic fluid"
A dangly thing mangled by Kitten.
A crouton.
A patch from the Mammoth Caves.
A leather pouch filled with multisided dice.
A pair of combat boots.
A pile of coconuts.
A big bass drum bearing a hole and suspicious clawmarks.
It's a clue!
Long lost needle nose pliers.
A vase of roses.
A crystal ball.  It doesn't seem to know where Kitten is.
It's Princess Leia, the yodel of life.
Sigmund Freud is here asking about your mother.
BURRRRP!!!!  Flavorful and full of protein!
A jar of library paste.
These aren't ordinary beans.  They're magic beans!
Some sort of electronic handheld game from the 1970s.
Just some glop of some sort.
A bottle of distilled water.
A rusty slinky.  It was such a wonderful toy!
Some coconut crabs are milling about here.
Dancing cold water pipes.  Mikey must have been here.
Ash is mumbling "KLAATU BARATA NI<coughcough>" here.
It's a blob of white goo.
It's a cookie shaped like a kitten.
It's Professor Feedlebom.
A bottle of smelling salts.
Dinsdale!
An Enfield Mk3 rifle.
An M16 rifle.
An M1911A1 pistol.
An M9 pistol.
It's a gun of some sort.
An FN-FAL rifle.
An old rusty revolver.
An AK-47 rifle.
An AK-97 rifle.
A Remington 870 shotgun.
It's a NetBSD install CD.
It's a recursive recursive recursive recursive recursive...
It's Brian Kernigan.
It's Dennis Ritchie.
It's nothing in particular.
Just a box of backscratchers.
An expired transistor.
Air.
A steam-powered bunnytron.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeres Johnny!
It's a catalog from some company called Infocom.
A dark-emitting diode.
A 256 kilobyte write-only memory chip.
A box of brand-new nixie tubes.
Alien underwear.
A sack of hammers.
A sack of wet mice.
A sack of doorknobs.
A rusty melon-baller.
An atomic vector plotter.
You really don't want to know what this is.
A 100 meter long chain of jumbo paper clips.
A cockatoo shrieks at you.
It's Mary Poppins!
A slightly-used smellovision set.
Doodles Weaver is here looking over a horse race schedule.
An overflowing bit bucket.