While Penelope was getting invaded by suitors wanted to court her, Telemachus was fighting with a god about going to war with his father.

“Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in. Well, I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen.” He insisted, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes to emphasize his point. He definitely wasn’t budging anytime soon.

“I think I'm good to go. ‘Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in.”