Galactocracy
A planet ruled by space gods who act like they’re still in middle school and think your bad mood is a declaration of war.
‘You’ve got a 300-year-old grudge and a mood that’s louder than your spaceship’s engine,’ said the galactic king.
Your sister’s pet turtle was chosen as the ambassador of the Galactocracy because it knows how to ignore your insults.
The moon just texted the sun: ‘We’re not even gonna pretend this is a serious conversation.’