I decided to test this theory and wrote a joke to five contacts; three of them blocked me immediately, and two replied with a laugh - hahaha, what's up, what kind of cocktails, how are you doing.
Considering that I'm an elf and about 10 units smaller than the clumsy Nebos, we can understand how much he lied to us in this situation.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers