"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.
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
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." "Dad, I'm pretty sure you just bought the
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
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 .
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."