You swipe the four KNIVES and the BUTCH'R, cramming all of the insanely sharp implements into your unused POCKET. You stash the RED POTION and the EMPTY POISON BOTTLE in your BOTTLE POCKET, along with the other EMPTY BOTTLE (formerly the GREEN POTION), the other RED POTION, the remaining GREEN POTION and the HAIR GEL. It is... possible that you're abusing the INVENTORY SYSTEM.
You check the label on the EMPTY SANDWICH POISON BOTTLE. It says "SANDWICH POISON." What, no cautions? No ingredient list? How many carbs? HOW MANY CARBS PER SERVING???
You hop down and decide to check if the SANDWICH POISON that was probably in the SANDWICH did any harm.
CAD: Um, so, hey, Queen Lady. You didn't happen to eat any of that "small triangular best sandwich ever made from what I had available at the time," did you?
QL: I did, actually. But don't worry your poor head, my boy. Do you really think there'd be any poisons in my own kitchen that I wasn't immune to?
CAD: OK, so that's one piece. Did anyone else eat any?
QL: Yes. The frothing, dying fellow beside you there?
CAD: Oh, yeah, OK. So you ate a piece and Red Specs here ate a piece. That leaves... that leaves...
QL: Just put it together. Four minus two. You've got this.
CAD: Leaves... two pieces. Where did they go?
The QUEEN LADY seems uncomfortable. She points toward the left of the room. You turn.