I Griffin: 17x11

Lois sighed heavily, stepping over a stray blueprint of a giant laser that had floated down from the upstairs hallway. "I'm calling the trash company, Peter. From now on, we are strictly an 8.5x11 family."

"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 ." I Griffin 17x11

Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper. Lois sighed heavily, stepping over a stray blueprint

"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!" You don't understand the complex spatial geometry of

"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."