"You ready John?" Stabler asked sitting across from him.
"You keep asking me that and I keep saying yes. Get on with it Elliot!" Munch replied.
"Ok. Position please."
Munch made 2 "L's" with his hands and let the thumbs touch. Stabler took out a brightly colored brown paper football and carefully lined up his shot.
"This is for the game folks. If Team 'Stabe' can make this field goal, they win the superbowl, forever goi--"
"Booo...your team has poor ticket sales!"
Stabler flicks the paper and it flies across the room, hitting Cragen in the back of the head. Cragen sighed and turned around rslowly; both men quickly grabbed pens and pretended to be busy.