[ EU ] Take two franchises you love and blend them into a comedic short story .

The moonlight glimmered brightly upon the silent waves of Blackwater bay. As he waited for the first of many boats to appear, Tyrion heard only the soft hushes that flowed from archer to archer. Every passing moment reminded him that if all failed tonight, his name could see itself striked from the pages of every history book Stannis' maesters could get a hand on. 
 
 But he would not lose, he would not let the castle fall. The wild fire would deal with the boats and the guardsmen would deal with any foot soldiers brave enough to fight afterwards. He would not fail. 
 
''Lord Hand!! Down by the riverside, to the east!!'' 
 
 Tyrion climbed up upon the wall looking out. He saw nothing. But a sound echoed through the wind. A drum pounding? No. It was a sharper sound.''Archers on the east wall!! Steady your bows!!!'' Tyrion bellowed. 
 
 The sound approached and soon it's source could be seen. A man... no... two men were walking up to the gate. One of the men looked injured. Tyrion studied his limp, was he a scout that had been attacked? It could not be, Tyrion had set out no scouts. The sound of horses followed them closely and Kings Landing had spared no horses for the defense. 
 
''Who goes there, shouted Tyrion, by the name of the King and his Hand, state your allegiance!'' 
 
 The men stopped and looked up. 
 
''Who goes there!!?'' Repeated Tyrion. 
 
 The man answered. 
 
''I am King Arthur, We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.'' 
 
''Are those... coconuts?'' asked a much confused Tyrion.
