"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!"
"It’s not just a table, Lois! It’s the gateway to my future!" Peter announced, gesturing wildly with a thick black marker. "I am becoming a high-end, independent poster tycoon. I bought five hundred sheets of high-grade cardstock in the elite, super-executive size of 17x11 inches. Regular paper is for chumps and tax auditors, Lois. Real men express their artistic genius in landscape tabloid format." I Griffin 17x11
"You’re just jealous because you lack my artistic vision!" Brian barked. Call a paramedic, and tell them to bring
Before Brian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed from downstairs, followed by Peter shouting in agony. Before Brian could respond
"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."
"Dad, I'm pretty sure you just bought the wrong size paper for the printer and didn’t want to admit it," Meg muttered, walking through the room.
Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper.
