If you believed the previous chapter to be somewhat plausible, well, prepare for things to get a bit more confusing. Remember, the AI has truly no concept of Canon, and it's just guessing what random strangers would do giving them more of a 'flavour' rather than a true characterization. But it's super funny to see how the AI tries to write playful dialogues and banter - spoiler, it's ridiculous. Oh, and of course, if you already didn't notice, in this fanfic Snape is Mary Sue-ish as heck (or whatever the snarky analogue is called).

Snape couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Tyrion Lannister stumble into the throne room, wine still in hand. The man had an uncanny talent for finding himself in the most peculiar situations, and Snape found it immensely entertaining.

"Ah, Tyrion Lannister, the only half competent person on this planet" Snape remarked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Tyrion looked up, slightly puzzled. "Oh, it's you, Snape. What absurd wisdom do you have for me today?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why, dear Tyrion, I thought you would relish in the opportunity to learn from a renowned potions master. But you disappoint me with your lack of enthusiasm."

Tyrion huffed, taking a swig from his goblet. "Well, considering your unconventional advice has been oddly successful so far, it's hard to ignore your presence, even though I'd rather be drowning myself in wine."

Snape approached Tyrion, his black robes billowing behind him. "Ah, the well-intentioned drunkard. Perhaps it's time someone straightened you up, Lannister. Your mind is sharper than the edge of Valyrian steel, yet you waste it on fermented grapes."

Tyrion scowled, his eyes narrowing. "And what would you suggest, Snape?"

Snape fixed him with a stern gaze. "Firstly, my vertically challenged friend, put down that goblet. You've got more wit in your pinky finger than most have in their entire bodies, and yet you waste it. It's time you showed the world what you're truly capable of. Or you'll be a nobody forever."

Tyrion scratched his head, thinking. "You know, for someone as odd as you, Snape, you do make a surprisingly valid point. Perhaps it's time I pick myself up, straighten my back, and give sobriety a fair chance."

Snape gave him a curt nod, pleased with the progress. "Good. Now, let us go and finally join Queen Daenerys. She seems to have taken a particular interest in you, and I believe she may benefit from another source of unconventional wisdom."

Together, Snape and Tyrion made their way to the queen's chambers, where Daenerys was poring over a map of Westeros with a mix of determination and frustration.

As they entered, Snape declared, "Your Grace, may I present Tyrion Lannister, the man who possesses both a silver tongue and an affinity for unusual advice. You would do well to heed his thoughts."

Daenerys looked up, her eyes softening as she saw Snape's amused expression. "Severus, have you been corrupting a Lannister as well?"

Snape smirked, bowing gallantly. "Merely guiding him towards the path of enlightenment, Your Grace. Now, let us discuss your plans to retake Westeros. I have some rather unconventional suggestions that may pique your interest."

And so, Snape, Tyrion, and Daenerys spent hours discussing battle strategies, diplomatic maneuvers, and even the occasional jibe at each other's expense. It was a strange alliance, one based on equal parts wit, sarcasm, and surprising camaraderie.

As days turned into weeks, it became clear that Snape's unusual advice was somehow working. Daenerys' army grew stronger, Westerosi houses began to bend the knee, and even dragons started behaving… slightly less like oversized lizards on a rampage.

Snape couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in the progress they were making. And as he saw Daenerys open up to him, he realized that perhaps he had become more than just a psychologist; he had become a mentor in the oddest of circumstances.

And as they prepared to set sail for their long-awaited conquest, Snape couldn't resist one final jab at the ever-sarcastic Tyrion. With a sly grin, he said, "Remember, dear Tyrion, when all else fails, just think of me and pour yourself a nice glass of lemon sherbet. It may not solve your problems, but it will surely make them more palatable."

Tyrion rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small laugh.

And so, armed with unconventional wisdom, a pinch of absurdity, and a dash of sarcastic charm, Snape, Daenerys, and Tyrion set out to conquer Westeros and make their mark on history, never forgetting the unlikely bond they had forged in the most unexpected of circumstances.