> Search drawers
They're still not opened...
> Fine. Open the drawers, then search them
What, all of them at once?
> *Sigh* Open the top drawer, then search it for anything worth taking. Then do it again for the next drawer down. Repeat this process until every drawer in the desk has been searched.
Define "Worth taking"
> Anything. Anything at all.
Even a grue?
> No. Not a grue. Not anything that can cause direct damage to me.
Can you think of something that doesn't?
> Just search the drawers and don't take any grues!
Fine. As you reach toward the drawers, the woman freaks out and fires her galaxy bazooka. A galaxy explodes on your face. You think you're still alive after that? Yeah, right.
It appears that the last blow was too much for you. I'm afraid that you are dead.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
> examine me
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.