I | Griffin 17x11

"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!"

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." 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. Call a paramedic, and tell them to bring

Before Brian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed from downstairs, followed by Peter shouting in agony. Before Brian could respond

"You see, Brian, while you're wasting your life on subpar canine poetry, I’ve realized that the 17x11 ratio is the absolute gold standard for military schematics. The wide field of view allows me to map out the entire neighborhood blast radius without having to tape pages together like a common savage."

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