The Duke:
The Duke has eaten enough to last him for that week (the next hour) for sure. He belches loudly and looks around the place for a long moment as he rubs his stuffed belly and smears syrup all over his torso. As Gul proclaims the machines indestructable the Duke laughs and wobbles over on unsteady legs and gives one of the machines a solid kick to prove him wrong.
"Nah you are just too weak puny man."
ooc: 20:05, Today: The Duke rolled 9 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 2,6. drunken force.
The machines all cry out. "WARNING ALERT ALERT UNAUTHORIZED ATTEMPT AT FORCED ENTRY EMPLOYING LOCKDOWN MEASURES"
Force fields appear around all the machines, protecting them...
...Except for the one that got kicked. It's broken... Its door will now open for free... although it's stopped rotating, so one can choose only from the six items currently facing the front...
--A slice of cake
--A large roll and some butter
--A can of beverage
--A couple of drumsticks from some vaguely chicken-sized animal
--A bowl of soup
--A bag of chips
Rake is excited for this potential feast, but he doesn't fly over and start eating. Perhaps he's concerned that the big man may start grabbing things near the food. (He's such a smart lifeform, and so pretty, yes he is yes he is!)