Text: Once upon a time, there was a dinosaur.
T-Rex: That's me!

Text: And this dinosaur was very special.
T-Rex: Oh boy!!

Text: In fact, he was the most special dinosaur for one simple reason...
T-Rex: My personality? My skills? Some combination thereof??
Text: ...he was the most special dinosaur because he was the Chosen One.
T-Rex and Dromiceiomimus: BOOOOO

Utahraptor: Man, Chosen Ones suck! Everyone knows this!
T-Rex: And now I AM one? Boo to THAT!

T-Rex: Well, they'd better choose someone else, because whatever I've been chosen to do I'm not doing. And NO, this isn't "refusing the call": it's opting out of a frankly undemocratic system wherein folks are special by dint of their birth. No thanks!
Utahraptor: Proud of you, buddy.

Text: Yes, this dinosaur was chosen by the fates to find ice cream on super sale and then eat so much of it that he ruined his night, and three other people's nights too.
T-Rex: ...Listen. I might still do that but not for fate reasons, for really valid personal reasons