We had an officemate go on a hiking trip to Africa. Before he left there was a lot of ribbing about getting eaten by lions. While he was gone, we made a lion out of papier mache (about the size of a german shepherd) and put it in his cubicle with assorted rubber body parts and ripped up, "blood stained" clothes as a welcome home present.
Haha, that's much effort put into it.
And when you mention lions, the chef at the hotel above, is a short elderly german mythomaniac. With lots of stories, i don't think i can make them justice in english but i'll try this one first.
He's bragged a few times about going to Namibia to hunt (once he was shot in the leg by an AK in his sleep, but he didn't wake up from it no, he woke up to go and take a piss, and then he felt his leg was wet and realized he's been shot. This is the kind of guy we're dealing with here)
He came back to the kitchen and described a lion after someone mentioned it. He came there, high and mighty with a mission to teach. "You guys may have seen on TV and believe that lions are small, but i can tell you, i've been in namiiiibiiiaa and i can tell you.. they're 12 meters long, 3 meters wide and can swallow a human in one bite." I kid you not, he kidded us not. He tried to convince us of this.
Also while in Namibia he was supposedly convinced to shoot an elephant by a park ranger.
Oh, and he's served Gandhi pink pigs-meat with unsalted rice during the nobel-dinner or something like that. And went to what's it called in english "mandatory military training" with Elvis in germany, with a fast calculation among us chefs we realized that our Chef, the badass that he is, did his military training when he was well under 10 years old.