Just got off the phone with those fat lazy bastards at Maybach, I mean most of the time it's pretty hard to converse with them but today was painful. Between the gnashing of teeth while the rotund bastard swallowed giant olives filled with virgin tears and gin, and the hookers screaming in the background for more platters of bbq'ed immigrant loins all I could get out of them was "No way, we can't build that."
Build what you ask? Why a jewel encrusted, diamond buckled car seat for Nebraska Jones of course! I mean when you want opulence for a new born, you turn to those slovenly bastards at Maybach to have such creations made for you. But no, not anymore!
My next call is to Northrop Grumman and the local Jew diamond peddler to see what they can offer up.