Moe stands behind the bar holding a red corded telephone to his ear

What happens

Moe, the grey-haired bartender in a white shirt, dark vest and bow tie, stands behind the bar holding a red corded telephone to his ear. Bottles and a row of upturned glasses sit on the shelf behind him, and a brown cash register is at his side. He grimaces, clutches his chest with one hand at times, and grits his teeth in frustration while speaking into the phone. As the call goes on he appears increasingly agitated, shaking his head and gesturing with his free hand, and at the end he holds the receiver out toward the phone base, mouth open as if still talking.

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