Cole was in the middle of a fairly slow day at the cafe at which he worked, daydreaming. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a shout from a fellow worker, directed at him.
"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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Cole jumps from the unexpected shout and thinks to himself, "What am I doing here?" Then quickly grabs the latte and rushes to table three and says, "Latte? Is there anything else I can get for you?"
There was a rather overweight man at the table, who took the coffee and smiled.
"Thanks a lot."
He reached into his pocket, presumably to give Cole a tip, but as he did so, his body seized up, and his breath became raspy. Choking, as the other patrons of the cafe watched in horror, he fell off his chair and collapsed on the floor, motionless.
"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
Dylan Moran, Black Books
Cole, shocked, just stood there, not knowing what to make of the situation. He looks around the room, not knowing what he was looking for. Cole then spurted out some words, he really didn't even intend to, trying to clear his name.
"He jus' he, he just fell, I, I didn't.." Then he stopped rambling.
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"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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Cole was silent and immediately got down on the ground and checked for his pulse, and to check if he was still breathing. Not sure what he was doing he felt like he was putting on a show for the customers.
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He had a very faint pulse and there were traces of very light breathing. But still no other signs of life. Meanwhile, Martha was on the phone talking to the emergency services.
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"Does anyone here know CPR?!" Cole shouted, knowing that he himself couldn't do much to save the mans life.
He stood up and looked around the room, for anyone to help, thinking that they would be able to save him.
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He still didn't really seem okay - he was gasping for breath and having difficulty speaking. He reached into his pocket with great difficulty, produced a small piece of paper, and thrust it at Cole, gasping all the while.
"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
Dylan Moran, Black Books
"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
Dylan Moran, Black Books
Cole then walked outside of the cafe, not really thinking what anybody would think, and walked to a more quiet spot, took out his phone, and dialed that number.
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"Uhh, hello, I'm not sure why I exactly called you, but could you please tell me where I am calling? It might be very important." Cole said hesitantly.
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"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
Dylan Moran, Black Books
"Cole..." He sounded puzzled. Cole heard some rustling of papers on the other end of the phone, and then the American man asked "Tell me, this guy who gave it to you, he was rather short, fat, black hair, wasn't he?", giving the exact description of the man.
"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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Cole was in the middle of a fairly slow day at the cafe at which he worked, daydreaming. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a shout from a fellow worker, directed at him.
"Latte for table three!"
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"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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"Thanks a lot."
He reached into his pocket, presumably to give Cole a tip, but as he did so, his body seized up, and his breath became raspy. Choking, as the other patrons of the cafe watched in horror, he fell off his chair and collapsed on the floor, motionless.
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"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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"He jus' he, he just fell, I, I didn't.." Then he stopped rambling.
"Well try and make sure he's ok!" she snapped at Cole.
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He stood up and looked around the room, for anyone to help, thinking that they would be able to save him.
After about thirty seconds with no signs of life, the man took a sudden gasp and his eyes shot open, panicked and glancing around the room.
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"Hello! I've come to serenade you. I can't play guitar. I can't play this accordion either, but I thought it'd be less obvious."
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Cole stood up and shouted to the man, not meaning to, "Are you okay?!"
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