How Anger Relates To Creativity

Mrs Hume drops Sweezus back at the office.

No one is there.

Sweezus sits down at the computer and types up his work, then sends it off to Beyoncé.

Arthur looks in.

Hello, says Arthur. Want to come out and help me take photos?

Sure, says Sweezus. They both leave the office.

They walk until they reach Rundle Mall. They sit down on a seat near the pigs.

Taken many? asks Sweezus.

Haven't taken any, says Arthur. Don't know how it works.

You just press that button, says Sweezus. But turn it on first.

Got it, says Arthur. Now what shall I take photographs of?

Arthur, says Sweezus. This isn't like you. Where's your creative spark?

I'm just not inspired, says Arthur, pointing his lens at the pigs.

Not the pigs, says Sweezus. Try the balls or the fountain.

What balls? says Arthur.

The Mall's balls, says Sweezus. They're planning to move them. And the fountain.You could document that.

Shame on them! says a woman, leaning round from the seat behind theirs. It's outrageous! Moving our balls and our fountain!

Arthur presses the button and snaps her expression.

Hey! says the woman. You don't have my permission for that!

I don't need it, says Arthur. Face of outrage. I like it.

The woman goes off to look for a policeman.

Sweezus's phone rings. He answers it.

Sweezus, says Bunny. Can you get back here? Mr Drone is heaps angry with you.