"Dude no what the fuck it was your idea," Salem said, trying to defend himself. He slapped Joe's shoulder weakly, less to actually hit him and more to emphasize his words. He had been the idiot who went along with the idea, not Joe. Joe was the idiot who<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>the idea. He looked past Joe when he noticed Aamu fling Mary's desk over, sending a bunch of stuff on top of it slamming into the ground. Luckily there was nothing too breakable, but a container of pens and paper clips spewed its contents all over the floor.<br/><br/>Mary raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips slightly, giving Joe a look that broadcasted an "I'm not falling for your shit" feeling. She was about to give a retort to the exchange of 'no it was him' excuses the boys were bullshitting her with, but stopped and nearly went into cardiac arrest when the top of her desk exploded all over the place and the rest of it hit the ground. She was silent for a moment, staring at it in a state of excessive confusion. Her arms were now uncrossed, sort of half-raised in a 'what' manner, and before she could say anything else, Joe and Salem both ran off.<br/><br/>She was about to turn and give chase, but Solomon threw a book at her and dove through the wall. It was a very weak throw and the book bounced harmlessly off her backside, but it proved enough of a distraction to make her turn around and look for the culprit. Since she could see neither of the demons, so they would be able to make the cleanest of getaways.