The day that Lexaeus began existing was a truly memorable day.

He had grown tired of his exciting life as a McDonalds janitor by day and gang leader by night. It was time for a change.

So one day he sat down on his porch and existed. At first, everybody thought he was a statue. Years later, nobody could tell the difference between him and a rock.

Yes, the day Lexaeus began to exist was a wonderful, magical day. He loved existing.

And he never stopped.

The end.