Pookie and the Chosen One

Pookie: Excuse me. If you're the 'Chosen One' what am I?

Chosen One: You're a dork.

Pookie: Yeah... well you're a dork! A Chosen Dork.

Chosen One: At least I'm chosen. Your name is Pookie. If you rearrange the letters it spells 'D-O-R-K'

Pookie: (pause)

Pookie: Uch! It does spell DORK!

Chosen One: Yep. And too bad you don't know how to S-P-E-L-L

Pookie: I do too know how to...!! How to!... UCH! DAMN THIS CAT BRAIN, CHOSEN ONE!