I Griffin 17x11 -

"You see, Brian, while you're wasting your life on subpar canine poetry, I’ve realized that the 17x11 ratio is the absolute gold standard for military schematics. The wide field of view allows me to map out the entire neighborhood blast radius without having to tape pages together like a common savage."

"Oh, incredibly jealous," Stewie deadpanned, finally looking up. "In fact, I’m so inspired by your artistic vision that I’ve decided to use your precious 17x11 canvas for something actually useful."

They ran down to the living room to find Peter pinned to the floor. The massive drafting table had collapsed under the weight of his "masterpiece" attempts, and hundreds of blank 17x11 sheets of paper were scattered across the room like giant, rectangular snowflakes. I Griffin 17x11

Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper.

Stewie didn’t look up from his laser rifle calibration. "Yes, Brian, nothing says 'brilliant literary breakthrough' quite like a dog using massive sheets of paper to draw himself looking out of rainy windows in high resolution. It’s absolutely groundbreaking." "You see, Brian, while you're wasting your life

Lois sighed heavily, stepping over a stray blueprint of a giant laser that had floated down from the upstairs hallway. "I'm calling the trash company, Peter. From now on, we are strictly an 8.5x11 family."

Before Brian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed from downstairs, followed by Peter shouting in agony. The massive drafting table had collapsed under the

"A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!" Peter winced, gripping his knee in classic fashion. "Lois! The 17x11 empire... has fallen. Call a paramedic, and tell them to bring a stretcher that fits a wider aspect ratio!"