The Mad Bishop

"They're late. Doesn't anyone know to arrive on time? Seriously, it's been long since someone got a VISIT," the old woman said with a scowl.

"Technically there's a full ten minutes before this meeting is scheduled to begin," a mature, burly man standing by the old woman's right said.

"Really? That's odd. I thought the sky was falling," the old woman said while placing her palm on her cheek.

"What?"

"Yes. And I lost dozens of my Plasma Coins too! It's like being full and starving at the same time."

"Uh..."

"Right, right. It's all here. By the way, I think we're late for the meeting. Let's get going boys!"

"..."

The old woman scrambled to stand up, but the other, similarly mature, chiselled men standing around her – those who weren't the one who had been engaging with her – quickly pushed her back into her seat.

The old woman blinked a couple of times before laughing hysterically.