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.

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."

"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. I Griffin 17x11

The smell of burnt toast drifted through the Griffin household, heavily anchored by Peter’s latest and most questionable financial endeavor. He had cleared out the living room furniture to make space for a massive, commercial-grade drafting table that now dominated the room, leaving Lois to balance the laundry basket on the edge of the couch.

"You’re just jealous because you lack my artistic vision!" Brian barked. "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 ." It’s absolutely groundbreaking

"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."