I Griffin 17x11 -
"Peter, for the third time today, why did you buy a giant table meant for architects?" Lois asked, her hands on her hips as she stared at the massive wooden surface.
Before Brian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed from downstairs, followed by Peter shouting in agony.
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
"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."
"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." "Peter, for the third time today, why did
Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper.
"Silence, Meg! You don't understand the complex spatial geometry of the 17x11 canvas!" Peter snapped. He turned back to his giant sheet of paper, where he had crudely drawn a stick figure on a bicycle labeled 'ME' flying over a giant shark labeled 'REALI-TIE'. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my masterpiece. I call it The Great Leap Forward of Peter Griffin ." The massive drafting table had collapsed under the
Stewie pulled a lever, and a hidden wall panel slid open. Hanging on the wall was a perfectly drafted, incredibly detailed blueprint drawn on the exact same 17x11 paper. It featured complex wiring schematics, grid lines, and a large title at the bottom: The Total Eradication of the Broccoli Empire .