It would be very amusing if an a-list star decided to follow a paparazzi photographer. I mean day in and day out of stalking. Just the stalking that the stars get. Giving them the daily in and out that the paparazzi gives the a-list star.
My brother told me that when he finally gained respect for me was when we were walking to the bus stop on a cold, snowy day. He was tormenting me and so I just stopped, looked at him, and spit in his face. Then I kept walking and he just stood there in awe, knowing that his reign was over.