Pasta Vel'koz.

I say to you this day that Vel'koz shall never be complete until he has a pasta skin. Wherein his eye is a large meatball, covered by a mass of spaghetti that extended into three noodly appendages. His Q would be a meatball shot, whilst his W, E, and R would be explorations into the practical applications of marinara sauce.

For it is the nature of the void to consume or be consumed. Or be consumed by that which you would otherwise consume.