Fuck direct confrontations. These small-dick losers are babies with axes to grind. If we can learn the intended target, boobytrap that shit. Do some Home Alone shit, for real. Cover them in Nickelodeon slime and feathers. Better yet, borrow a page from Mark Robert and make sure they can never use their equipment without sparkling like the special little boys they are when you unload glitter bombs all over them.