"We called for back-up fifteen minutes ago," he said, glancing over at the perp who was now handcuffed and under Benson's weight before looking back at the man with the cigar. "You guys are not back-up."
The stranger didn't seem bothered, and was sidling up to Benson with a cocky grin on his face.
"Hey, how about you ditch brooding boy over there and come home with me?" He chomped on his cigar as he spoke. "Whatever he's giving you in bed, I can give you ---"
To this day, Stabler cannot fully explain how Benson was able to kick the Comedian between the legs while holding the perp down. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.