"My purpose..." Sampson repeated as he stood there, looming over the doctor who stood on the other side of the glass. He was complete now. No longer Harry. No longer just Sampson. He was better. He was more. He was more than anyone, more than anything. He was superior. He was perfection. He knew, deep down in the bottom of his heart, what his true purpose was. What the whole WORLD would know, what they would all see what he was truly capable of.
"My purpose is to DANCE!" Sampson announced proudly, flaring his massive, pawlike hands in a perfectly executed jazz hands maneuver.
"Excelle- wait, what?!" Dr. Smith was astounded. Did he just say what he thought he said?
"Yes, to sing and to dance!" Sampson laughed triumphantly as he jumped up, his powerful muscles easily taking him to ceiling height. With a single swipe of a massive paw, he cracked open the emergency sprinkler over his head, triggering a cascade reaction of the sprinklers going off, spraying the room down in water.
He landed with a splash, and immediately moved into his routine.
"I'm siiiiiingin' in the raaaaain, yes, siiiiiingin' in the rain!"
Dr. Smith stood there dumbfounded. This was... no, this was wrong. It was all wrong. How had Sampson, the most perfect of his projects, gone so horribly wrong? What did he do wrong?
If he hadn't been so consumed with what he did wrong, he would have seen what he did right - Sampson's baritone voice was sublime, operatic even. And his dance moves were spectacular, rivaling those of the much-lauded Fred Astaire. Dr. Smith could not see that he had created a marvel, a singing, dancing lion-man.
And Sampson, who was certain that his audience was entranced with his amazing musical prowess, was sure of only one thing: he was going to take Broadway by storm.