Joe's smile faltered when Salem started to not want to go right along with what he wanted to do. To further emphasize that he was grumpy, he folded his arms and crossed his legs, stupid shoes crossing over one another. His frowned deepened in a fake sort of way and he rolled his head and whined, "But Saaalem." Suddenly, as if a new wave of enthusiasm had crashed over him, Joe sprang into a normal seating position and twirled the CD in his fingers. "You won't get caught. You won't need the money after we're done here, either, so you can get fired anyway. Logic," he remarked, snapping the fingers on his other hand that wasn't holding the CD repeatedly.<br/><br/>When asked what they were, Joe raised one up with both hands like it was Simba from the Lion King. "This, my fine feathered friend," he said, and suddenly retracted the CD towards his chest, "is spyware. People use the Internet on these library computers for so many things. Too many things, if you ask me, but what I'm interested in are credit cards. Cha-ching and all that good stuff." His eyes still flitted back and forth as if someone was actually interested in what the hell a random kid was doing with a shitty CD. He was so very jittery.<br/><br/>He scrounged through his backpack and brought up a similarly battered CD labeled 'bad rap' in a case, and offered it to Salem. "C'mon, man, just a few, we can take it off before anyone even notices it's on here," he said, trying to tempt Salem by waving the CD back and forth. However, it was a shitty disc and not a piece of meat or a woman, so the effect he was going for was not really working out. As he waggled it for Salem to take, he kind of wiggled his eyebrows in a persuasive manner, however his eyebrow game was weak so he just kind of looked like a huge doofus.