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GET OIL while carrying the tin, and then PUT OIL ON HINGES. If you don't get a gob of fishy oil on your finger first, the parser will assume you mean the tin, not the oil.

Broken Tunnel
This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen into
disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled with
debris.

Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch.

> get oil
You already have that.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> oil hatch
That’s not a verb I recognise.

> put oil on hatch
Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> open hatch
You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted
nearly solid. You can’t make it budge.

> get oil
You already have that.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> oil hinges
That’s not a verb I recognise.

> put oil on hinge
Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> rub oil on hinges
It doesn’t get much cleaner.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> rub oil on hatch
It doesn’t get much cleaner.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> smear oil on hinges
It doesn’t get much cleaner.

> lather hinges with oil
That’s not a verb I recognise.

> lubricate hinges with oil
That’s not a verb I recognise.

> use oil as anti-rust
That’s not a verb I recognise.

> smash hatch with crossbar
Violence isn’t the answer to this one.

>x hatch
It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each side. There
are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get your fingers under the
opposite edge, you could probably pry it open.

>open hatch
You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted nearly
solid. You can't make it budge.

>open tin
(first taking the old tin)
You open the old tin, revealing a smelly quantity of fish oil.

>put oil on hatch
(first getting some fish oil)
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

You rub a good amount of fish oil all over the rusty hinges.

>close tin
You close the old tin.

The flashlight beam flickers uncertainly for a moment, then comes back a bit
weaker than before.

>open hatch
The oiled hinges give a little, allowing you to wiggle your fingers further
under the door's edge. A sharp tug -- and the door swings down suddenly,
spilling filthy water into your face.

> x hatch
It’s a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each side.
There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get your
fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open.

> open hatch
You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted
nearly solid. You can’t make it budge.

> open tin
(first taking the old tin)
You open the old tin.

> put oil on hatch
Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> put oil on hatch
Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> put finger in oil
> rub hinges

I think when you "rub oil on hinges", it's parsed as rubbing the oil, and gives you the default response ("It doesn't get much cleaner").

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> rub hinges
It doesn’t get much cleaner.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

> put finger in oil
You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish oil.

> rub hinges with oil
It doesn’t get much cleaner.

Not knowing what else to do with it, you wipe the nasty fish oil off on
the leg of your pants.

I didn't take Michael's faculty card from his wallet (didn't want to steal from my husband) and go check out things at the university library. I haven't been able to find the hairpin that I understand is hidden somewhere in the luggage that sits in the foyer of the mansion ("search luggage" and "look through luggage" doesn't work, it just goes something like "you can't muster up the motivation"). And Michael left the house in the morning of the third day instead of going down to the cellar, so I didn't watch him fiddle with the bottles. I still managed to go down to that portal thing with the pillars and flute playing, though.