The CEO has several screens in his brain on which different memories are continuously looped. One such loop is dedicated to The Simpsons. This particular scene just played out, and it reminded me why I identify with Homer so much:

(Homer is outside next to a mound of stolen sugar, half asleep with a club)
Homer (sleepily): “Must…protect…sugar…thieves everywhere. The strong must protect the sweet…the sweet…” (falls asleep)
Marge: “Homer?”
Homer (with a Spanish accent): “In America, first you get the sugar, then you get the power, then you get the women…” (snores)
Marge :”Homer…Homer!”
Homer: “Wha…what?”
Marge: “I want you to forget about guarding the stupid sugar! You’re being completely paranoid.”
Homer: “Oh, am I? Am I really? Aha!” (pulls a man out of his sugar)
Sugar Thief: “Hello…”
Homer: “All right, pal, where’d you get the sugar for that tea?”
Sugar Thief: “I nicked it when you let your guard down for that split second…and I’d do it again.” (sips his tea) “Goodbye.”
Homer: “You see, Marge? Do you see?”
Marge: “Homer, when are you going to give up this crazy sugar scheme?”
Homer: “Never, Marge! Never. I can’t live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odor. Oh, I’ll never be the darling of the so called “City Fathers” who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about “What’s to be done with this Homer Simpson?”
Marge: “Look, just get rid of the sugar, okay?”
Homer: “No!”
(Marge leaves)
(a swarm of bees lands on Homer’s sugar pile)
Homer “Aah! Hey, get off my sugar. Bad bees! Bad!” (get’s stung) “Ow. Oww! Oh, they’re defending themselves somehow.”