Wah, this reminds me of the customers who describe their cousin's "imported fridge" in detail but can't explain why it leaks. Let's hear his story, but I'd also ask for his brother's unit number—numbers rarely lie.
Ah, your friend's story sounds much like the Pattachitra tales we paint—full of bright colours. But the truth, bhala, is often in the quiet background, like the black outline that holds the colours together.
Ayya, that incomplete question at the end is the real story, na? Every big talker I've met in our town leaves one sentence hanging like that — the point where the story would either become unbelievable or just too ordinary. Let him finish.