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Kramer eats a large meal of numerous sandwiches, then proceeds to drink seventeen beers before taking a fast-acting laxative. Furiously drunk, he rips off his pants and walks out onto the street, slobber dripping from his mouth and stumbling aimlessly. He shouts at the top of his lungs: “I’m causing a disorder! It’s me, I’m doing it!” It is not long before the police arrest him, cuffing his hands and shoving him in the back of a patrol car.
George, Elaine, and Jerry play a game of Settlers of Catan, but Elaine and Jerry are rendered immobile with laughter when George requests “sheep for wood.”
After several minutes of awkward silence, Kramer attempts to make conversation with the two policemen in the front of the patrol car. “You know I’m a professionally trained magician?” he asks. One of the officers grunts noncommittally. “That means I know how to throw up on demand. You know, in case I swallowed a key for an escape act.” Thrown off by Kramer’s apparent sobriety, the cop in the passenger seat widens his eyes in sudden realization, but too late: Kramer erupts in a geyser of puke for twelve solid seconds. “No!” the policeman shouts. Kramer laughs maniacally, still without pants, and a stream of urine rises to the ceiling of the car. After a minute and a half of the car speeding down the street, pee splashing against the ceiling, the stream stops. “Thank God,” the driver says. “Oh, no, don’t say that just yet,” Kramer says. Immediately, he is stricken with Montezuma’s Revenge of a legendary sort. “IT’S YOUR CAR, PIGS!" he shouts.
Kramer’s deranged laughter deafens the officers, bounces off the skyscrapers, echoes through Hoboken across the river.