"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.
"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. I Griffin 17x11
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 . "Dad, I'm pretty sure you just bought the
"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." Hanging on the wall was a perfectly drafted,