Your name is ROXY LALONDE and you are "fukign stoked" that your friends went along with your HORRIBLE PLAN.
You somehow talked them into going to LAS VEGAS and getting their INSANE BOOGIE ON.
Between the sometimes boring seriousness of your BESTIES, the kids who were actually your ANCESTORS, and the weird group of ALIENS, it's amazing that any of them would listen to your party-girl suggestion. Of course, now you have NINETEEN IMMATURE TEENAGERS under your watchful drunken eye, none of them particularly adept at the art of passing off the FAKE ID.
Ah, as if you couldn't handle that!
What do you do?
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