Gerald, seeing as his table was just smashed, taking all of his food minus the cup of coffee in his hand, sat awkwardly as he was now without a place to put his cup, or any food to exchange the going-to-be free hand with.
He still sat there, as the man was shot and another officer or two started to pile into the Cafe. Finally fed up with not being able to place his cup anywhere, he slid the chair back, stood up, and walked over to the man causing all this.
Taking his half full styrofoam cup, Gerald lifted it up quickly, then made his hand switch directions, and smash the cup the officers head, letting the coffee run down.
"Never make me waste a cup again, mon ami, or you shall pay." He said as he started to wander to the now destroyed bar to see if the coffee maker survived.
