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 .
Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper. 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." Stewie pulled a lever, and a hidden wall panel slid open
"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. Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in
"I’m telling you, Stewie, this is the perfect format for my graphic novel," Brian insisted, tapping his paws together. "The 17x11 dimensions allow for a sweeping, cinematic flow that regular comic books simply cannot achieve. It speaks to the vast, existential emptiness of the modern dog."