You're chillaxing on your Iron Throne. It's not a very comfortable chair. You have to remind yourself not to lean back or else it will rip open your back and watch you bleed out. Your Queen is looking smexy as always and you still can't believe she's your wife. You're minding your own business when all of a sudden...

THREE MOTHER SMURFING DRAGONS SMURFS YOU IN THE ASS!

Okay, that just sounds gross. What I mean is, they're flying around burning your trout. People are screaming, being set on fire. Everything smells like bacon (mmm, bacon) it's a mess. They're accompanied by a bunch of unsullied marching along poking things with spears and dothraki burning down homes and butchering people.

Your city is being wrecked by some white haired, purple eyed, daughter of a bastard (I don't mean the definition Westeros uses), what da smurf do you do?

Discuss.