"You’re just jealous because you lack my artistic vision!" Brian barked.
Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper. 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. "You’re just jealous because you lack my artistic vision
"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 absolutely groundbreaking
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."
"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!"