Boss sits at the head of a meeting table, his mouth hanging open, drooling.

Diplomat: "And that's why it's so valuable to stimulate these trade routes.  What do you think, Mr Boss?"

Boss sits, head lolling.

Dictator: "I know we have the power to defend the northern border if any of you try to start something."

A small amount of foam begins to emerge from Boss's mouth, at the corner.

Competing CEO: "You'll need weapons, and I have reason to believe there may be a short supply."