This chapter is unbelievable. AI reaches a new level of peak humor, and AI Snape is now not only omniscient, but also so. effing. dramatic.

Snape watched with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as Daenerys Targaryen, Varys, and the so-called Aegon Targaryen engaged in a heated discussion about their future plans. The whole situation was becoming more tangled than Snape's own potions storage cupboard, and he had to admit, it was quite entertaining.

As the argument reached its peak, Snape decided to interject, unable to resist the opportunity to plague Daenerys with his unique brand of wisdom. "Your Grace, may I present an alternative solution to this intricate web of political dramas?"

Daenerys turned to Snape, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Speak, Severus Snape. I'm almost afraid to hear what you have to say."

Snape's eyes glinted mischievously. "Execute them both!"

Daenerys reacted with shock, while Varys and Aegon exchanged alarmed glances. "Execute them?" Daenerys repeated, eyebrows raised. "That seems a bit extreme, even for you, Snape."

Snape merely shrugged, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Oh, come now, Your Grace! Surely, you can see the benefits of such a decision. It would eliminate any further complications. As for Varys, well, we all know he's been frolicking around with schemes more secret than the Room of Requirement."

Varys spluttered in indignation, trying to defend himself, but Snape waved him off dismissively. "Save your feigned innocence, Spider. I've seen enough clandestine meetings to recognize a plotting puppet master when I see one."

Daenerys and Aegon exchanged a glance, both unsure of what to make of Snape's proposition. Finally, Daenerys sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Very well, Snape. But only if you can prove your accusations about Aegon being a Blackfyre."

Snape's eyes gleamed with a wicked glint as he drew closer to Aegon, his voice dripping with sardonic charm. "Ah, dear young Aegon, your claim to the Targaryen name is as frail as the potion of forgetfulness. Allow me to enlighten you all."

With a flick of his wand - because let's face it, wandless magic just wouldn't be majestic enough - Snape conjured a blackboard and began a lengthy and elaborate explanation, complete with hand-drawn diagrams, family trees, and cryptic equations only he could understand.

Three hours later, everyone's eyes were glazed over, and Daenerys pinched the bridge of her nose. "Snape, I appreciate your attempt, truly I do, but I think you might have lost us somewhere along the way."

Snape beamed, satisfied he accomplished something, even if it was utter confusion. "Ah, Your Grace, the truth can be a fickle creature. But if you execute them both now, you won't have to worry about any messy succession dilemmas and secret Blackfyres lurking in the shadows."

Daenerys pondered Snape's proposition for a moment and then looked at her advisors. "We shall spare their lives, but we will keep a close eye on them. No more plotting or secrets. Understood?"

Varys and Aegon nodded mutely, realizing that Daenerys, the merciless queen, might have just saved their necks.

As the tension began to dissipate, Snape couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. This was the true power of his unconventional ways - to turn complex political melodramas into circumstances laced with absurdity and the unexpected.

And so, amidst the chaos of Dragonstone, Daenerys spared the lives of Varys and Aegon, while Snape reveled in the satisfaction of his wicked influence. The adventure continued, with Snape's guidance adding a touch of comedic intrigue, while the fate of Westeros hung precariously in the balance.

Little did they know, this unlikely alliance would shape the future of the Seven Kingdoms, while Snape's snarky remarks echoed through the halls of Dragonstone, accompanied by the occasional eye roll from the eternally exasperated Daenerys Targaryen.

If you haven't figured out already, don't expect the AI to return to Varys and FAegon ever again.