People always ask me,
"Does it ever wake you in the middle of the night? The feeling that one day they will pass that foolish meme or one just like it and come for you? And your AAAAWOOLOOLOOLOOLOOOS?"

Of course it does; every single night. And when they then ask, 
"What do you do?"

And I say to them, 
"I feel a great swell of pity for the poor fool who comes to my crib looking for 3-point-saber-strikes!"