"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."
Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper. 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." The wide field of view allows me to
"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 ." "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my masterpiece
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.