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.