"Stop this madness!" Bob said. "You can't dance for beans! Leave me alone!" The Cubans just stuck thier tounges out at him and proceded to attempt the Grapevine, and they did that worse than the Macarena. "Please!" Bob shouted, banging on his bars. "I'm not a Capitolist, I swear! I'm a Communist! I'm a Commie, through and through!" The CIA heard Bob's confession to his Communism an sentenced him to exile in China, where he met up with Confucius and started trying to reform the government.