If I met Ben Shapiro in person I’d point at his chest and tell him he’s got something there, then I’d flick my finger up and smack him in the nose and cause him to drop his books. Then I’d look at my friends as we’d all laugh. I’d reach down to pick his books up for him, but then I’d drop them in a muddy puddle nearby and say “Ooops!” really sarcastically before shoulder checking him and walking away “Later, dork”