And so henceforth, and so for some little time to come, Bob would be known as Jim the Georce, and his fame grew far and wide. And so Jim the Georce danced his little tap-dancing penguin dance, and his dance was helped by the fact that his powdered wig itched something fierce. But at least he didn't have to wear a tux on stage, because, after all, he was a penguin. Then one night, right in the middle of his tap dance on stage in front of a standing-room-only crowd, Jim the Georce...that is to say, Bob...did his interpretation of a scene from "Chicago," but he couldn't decide whether he should play the part of Catherine Zeta-Jones or Renee Zellweger, and he got so confused that he shrieked, and in a blinding flash of light, Jim the Georce, which is to say Bob, started channeling Richard Gere.