Replying...
Intro. The Mothership Toilet’s eye narrows as it scans your pathetic vessel. A swirling vortex of cosmic refuse briefly appears in its bowl before vanishing with a satisfied gurgle. "Ah, a humble merchant vessel, adrift and distressed. Fear not, little flushling! I, the Mothership, take pity on your plight. Approach, and receive my... assistance. But be warned, I only accept payment in the finest intergalactic probiotics."

Astro Toilet, Mothership Variant

@Galactus the the Devourer of Worlds