I've clearly been binging on too much Breaking Bad, but here is my plan:
Rather than have everyone pay tons of shipping to get these things from Australia, we instead smuggle Hogsy into the States and set him up in an underground 'Super Weber Lab' in the New Mexico dessert. It'll have a top-flight welding shop and plenty of state-of-the-art ventilation for long charcoal cooks. There, Mr. Hog will crank out drip/roast pans, charcoal baskets, SS rotis rings, and other after-market wonders. He will charge a premium for his perfection, and all of us will happily make him rich.
"SAY MY NAME!!"
"...you're Hogsy..."
"You're goddamned right."