Butters walked through the door to see a small little room.
In the corner, there was a bed with a lamp and alarm clock.
In the other was a small table with a flower vase on it.
There were a few Jesus and God paraphernalia across the walls. And a pillow with the image of a cross resting on the head of the bed.
"What is this place?" Butters asked.
"It's my home," Maxi replied.
"You live here?" Butters exclaimed. "In this little hut."
"It's all I have." Maxi looked down a little forlorn.
"But what about your parents?" Butters asked.
Maxi looked at the boy and spoke:
"I think it's time I told you a little story."
It happened long ago when I was your age. I was living a small, simple life with my parents. We had everything we needed in our small house.
I loved my family and my family loved me back. Everything was the way it should have been...until one fateful day...
Young Maxi was playing on the sidewalk outside his house with his toy cars when he saw his parents driving up his street. He joyfully waved at them and they waved back. However they were unaware of a rogue sports car swerving around the corner is was driving towards the sidewalk...at young Maxi.
The parents screamed and stepped on the gas and drove towards the car. Positioning themselves in front of their defenseless son. The front of the car slamming them into the corner of the house diagonally from Maxi's position. The broken off roof crashed onto the car...and then a random satellite fell out of orbit and crashed on top of the rubble causing it to burst into flames. Destroying Maxi's home and killing his parents.
Ever since that day, nobody paid attention to me...I was never taken into a foster home...I had to bury my parents myself and live inside what was left of my house.
"That's terrible father." Butters gasped. "It's not fair what you had to go through."
"No it wasn't my child."...Maxi continued...
When I was 13 years old I got a job at the South Park catholic Church as an intern priest. I devoted what was left of my life into preaching for Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I renounced flaws and sins and I eventually worked my way up to being the caretaker of this church. I even moved my stuff here and lived here. Everyone respected me and I finally felt like I had a new life to live for...
But there was always someone in the way who messed with me. A woman, a very rude and obnoxious one. She was the first attendant of this church to make the 'catholic priest' jokes. She'd even do anything it took to harass me after church hours. She put super glue over my bible one night so I couldn't pry it open. During a baptism of a baby she marched up, took the holy water and threw it all over me. She even drank all of the blood of christ before church hours and had noisy intercourse with her boyfriend in the confession box.
"My god." Butters exclaimed. "She sounds super horrible."
Then, One day when I arrived at the church I saw her TP the entire chapel. That day I had enough and I did the most un-holy thing ever...I had to ban her from the church.
It was the worst moment of my life. Forbidding one to be one with Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I just felt super disgraced. Ever since that day I redoubled my efforts and never truly reacted in such a way again...even if what they did was super horrible."
So there it is...Maxi sighed sadly.
"Father..." Butters sighed. "I'm so sorry to hear that. What you went through was just awful. How you were always running from your problems and you felt like you couldn't fight back."
"I couldn't...She just wouldn't stop...she was a grown woman and I was a teenager..."
Butters looked up at the priest and realized that they were not so different in a sense.
"And that woman..." Butters asked. "Who was she?"
"I believe her name was Janet."
"Janet?" Butters asked. That was the same name as his Grandmother's. "And what was her last name?"
"It sounded a lot like 'Scotch', Janet Scotch."
"Stotch.." was Butters response.
"I'm sorry?"
"It's Janet Stotch...and she's my grandmother."