Laying on your butt vs hiking all night.
He who takes #28 is most likely to lie around all day, and certainly shouldn't be on point - at least from what I've read, and, of course, seen in movies - for Hollywood wouldn't lie. Heh.
On the other hand he who takes #33 might start off at Luxor in Vegas, start tripping in earnest when the giant LED sign on the air bridge between New York New York and MGM grand snacks him in the face like a rainbow whip, wander in a group covering both sides of the strip up past Caesar's until realizing he left his pot back at Luxor so the round trip is trod, when up by Imperial Palace someone else realizes their wallet is in their car at Luxor, so the round trip is again walked, then, once more, to move northwards along the Strip, when another in the party suddenly comes over all thirsty just when serendipitously passing a vacant lot that shall one day be a hotel, but then was an empty dirt lot with an active Arrowhead water vending machine smack in the middle of the lot, so all and sundry hydrate, then, all become randomly amused by all the escort/porn flyers discarded upon the sidewalks, and the decision is made to return to Caesar's to take photographs of the splendor of the forum - now empty at 3am - where every photo contains some reacting in an exaggerated manner to the decor while others are perusing the catalogs of hookers (a running joke that will "climax" with a hilarious late morning photograph of one of the party "sleeping" on the grass, pillowed an blanketed in cheap newsprint with blue dots over all "the good bits,"), while continuing to criss cross the strip all the way up to Circus Circus, where screwdrivers are consumed because orange juice means it's breakfast, and that woman in gray's breasts are downright hypnotic, and that guy's vitiligo is in a pattern strikingly similar to a "clamshell" Klingon, when a decision is reached to pool money on a room at the Big Top, but, first, cars will be retrieved from Luxor, so most of the party hires a taxi while the three best friends amongst the fellowship choose to walk back to the Egyptian themed hotel then drive back Circus Circus before blipping across Las Vegas BL to that bar serving 5¢ Pabst Blue Ribbon for "lunch" before napping, waking, wondering why his legs were so sore before breaking out the Thomas Guide and working out that the evening's trip was at least 20 miles on foot, thus "disproving" the allegation that all drugs are bad for your health.
And all because the party initially arrived at the rave in Calico when the organizers were in the middle of being arrested.
Point being #33 doesn't stop anyone from walking all night like #28. #33 can tirelessly walk point all night. Just note that if he screams "DEMON," it's only 60/40 odds of a correct identification. Otherwise it's probably just a snaggle-toothed rat's nest of a mooch trying to bum cigarettes.