An as-of-yet not fully understand digital god of some unknown origin. One of the pantheon of internet beings which have inspired nearly religious fear in those they have encountered.

Much like an annoying rash that won't go away unless surgically removed. Generally someone who resorts to the "I know you are but what am I" type of reply when they're feeling even slightly threatened. The Vexator being insecure about his manhood usually brags about his car and likes to party with his common loser friends who also don't have girlfriends.