Yugos and Firecrackers
"I did tell you," Rhaenys pointed out. She looked utterly solemn, if you ignored the persistent twitching of her mouth. One day Tony was going to take her to a poker game, preferably when Justin Hammer was playing.
"It’s a Yugo, Firecracker," Tony said, already anime eyes wide in horror. "These should be retroactively erased from creation. Don’t you have Doctor Who to do that, or are we too far from Cardiff?"
Rhaenys rolled her eyes. “It’s going to snow tonight.” She looked at the sky. “Benjen says it should be over a foot.”
"What does that have to do with… what did you do to the wheels?” Tony poked it, looking from engineer to car in a way normally reserved for Hammer products.
"We made a super-sled," Rhaenys said dryly. "To get us over the snow and ice while the Starks all bask in their rightness over the shitiness of Westerosi winter. Now, help me attach the damn plow."