A poem to Flooks, a fellow:
I'm J.K Rowling, and you're my elder wand.
Without you, Flooksy, my story is done. Finito.
Flooks, you're better than Spooks!
Our friendship grows just like Groot,
and look at me when I say this to you: "I speak nothing but the truth."
You're right, our friendship is unbreakable, just like Adamantium.
Our friendship's Core i9 and everyone elses is Pentium.
Together, we can cut through all the worries and strife.
Now, which finger did you want cut? I'm good with a knife.