Followed by:
And then actual chat message from said "friend", er gigolo:
I disallowed you from something? I don't think I have that authorityWell, I'm glad we cleared that up.
I don't know how I got here either.
Followed by:True story: chatting with a friend over whether or not we could use magnetic silly putty to stop a Dalek invasion, or at least slow them down until the Doctor gets here. I know what you're thinking: "Dude, that's not real you know." But it turns out it actually is! Thinking Putty. Oh, wait, you meant Daleks aren't real? Well that's just silly! Don't come crying to me when the invasion begins.
And then actual chat message from said "friend", er gigolo:By the way, my friend from my earlier status says I'm not allowed to refer to him as "my friend" anymore. So, from here on out, he's my gigolo. See how accommodating I am?
I disallowed you from something? I don't think I have that authorityWell, I'm glad we cleared that up.