One day, you and a couple of friends, who’s named is Susie, Kris, Birdley, Ralsei, and Noelle had decided to go to Mexico for a fun little trip. You guys are in the line to enter Mexico, about to be investigated to see if you guys are clear to go through the border.

Kris: “Hey guys. Passports.”

Kris says, holding his hand back to collect everyone’s passports, that everyone does handover.

Kris: “By the way, nobody has anything weird on them like Canadian cocain, do they?”

Kris says, looking at the backseat where Rladie, Susie, and Noelle sits.

Susie: “Nope.”

Noelle: Shakes head no

Ralsei: “I finished it.”

After confirming, Kris sits back agaist his seat comfortably, holding everyone’s passports. As everything will go fine…. will it?

Birdley: “I, uh, I just wanted to remind everyone that my passport is fake, in case that makes anyone uncomfortable.”

Everyone, including you snap your head towards Birdley. All tall faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Ralsei: “What…? Sorry, Birdley. Y-You don’t have your REAL passport with you?”

Birdley: “No, I left everything behined.”

Susie leans back agaist her chair,

Susie: “Oh my god.”

Ralsei: “Birdley, that’s a federal felony. Do you know that…?”

Noelle: “Why didn’t you say this earlier, Birdley…?”

Birdley: “I did. I just did. So if you not uncomfortable, you should get out.”

Ralsei: “We’re not gonna get out the car cause we’re infront of Border Patrol, okay?”

Susie: “We could literally all be DETAINED BIRDLEY.”

Kris: “Margaret Wartime. Your name is FUCKING MARGARET WARTIME?!”

Birdley: “I don’t know! It’s from Chinatown…”

Noelle: “Why didn’t you pick Margaret Wartime it sounds like a fake name!”

Susie, leaning foward towards the front seats.

Susie: “Can we turn around. Can we just turn around.”

Birdley: “No guys, stop it. You’re really freaking me out!”

Ralsei: “Well you should be freaking out, Birdley!”

Kris, still in disbelief of all this. Looks at the fake passport in his hands.

Kris: “I can’t even tell if this is a good passport.”

Noelle: “Guys, none of us know a Margaret Wartime. He is a hitchhiker. We picked her up on our way because we are nice-“

Susie cuts Noelle off, grabbing Noelle’s shoulders tightly in panic.

Susie: “And we let him have the front seat?!”

Noelle: “God…”