Sit down with them and be SUPER receptive and SUPER enthusiastic about their "message." Hijack the whole event with your over- the-top positive (but verging on insane) response to their message.
A few years ago I was having lunch and two missionaries at the table next to me were working on a lady from China, and giving her very evasive answers about questions she had heard about the Church. After they left, I introduced myself and told her I used to be a Mormon, and that I had been a Mormon missionary and had noticed that the missionaries had not been truthful with her. I explained in about 3 sentences about where they had been deceptive and gaver her my business card with a reference to MormonThink.com. A few days later her husband emailed me to thank me for getting rid of the missionaries that had been pursuing her. It kind of made up for some of the bullshit I was forced to tell people on my mission.
Wade in and joint the discussion or walk away. Or try to catch up with the "investigators" to set them straight after the missionaries quit lying to them.
It isn't your fault that mormons lie, but if you can help the situation in some way, so much the better.
I confronted them. This was at Portland State University about two months ago on Saturday at the farmers market. They had a chalkboard there with " write what makes you happy" I went up to them and said. Jesus makes me happy and all things Christian. Then I turned to one of the elders and said, but you all are NOT Christian, you are a cult. And walked away. I just heard as I was walking away...awwwwwww
It depends. Do you have boobs? Okay, apparently not. Find fun-loving lady friends to mess with their heads. Go full-on Mrs Robinson and watch them squirm. Split the YouTube profits.
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I came upon some missionaries attempting to teach in a park in the Bible Belt. They had done a chalk drawing on the sidewalk of the Plan of Salvation. I went up to them and played dumb. After they finished explaining it (not very well), I stared at it some more then said, "It seems needlessly complicated." They didn't know what to say.
Another time, in the same park, I was snagged by a gung ho missionary. I let him blather on for a couple of minutes then replied, "Yeah, I know. I used to be a Mormon." He was taken aback. "Used to be?" I explained I had quit and why. But, verily, he did stand fast in his testimony and blathered on some more. He didn't stop until I turned to my dog and calmly said, "Bite him." My dog just gave me his, "Let's GO" look.