John came back from a safari in Africa. Upon arrival, he went to his partner,
 Mark, and told him of his adventures.

 "I was out in the jungle," he said, "when all of a sudden I heard a noise in
 the bush behind me. Looking back, I saw a huge lion, licking his chops, and
 smiling at me. The lion started coming my way and I started running, with the
 lion not far behind. When the lion was almost at my neck, he suddenly slipped,
 and I got ahead a bit. The lion started gaining on me, and as he got closer,
 once again he slipped. I happened to see a house not far away, and made
 towards it. As I got close to the house, the lion was almost on top of me,
 when he slipped for a third time. With the very last bit of strength, I ran
 into the house and closed the door in the lion's face."

 "That's some story there, John. Hell, I would have shit my pants in such
 danger!"

 "Mark, Mark, what do you think the lion kept slipping on???"