This Court has witnessed many spirals into madness, but rarely has one begun with a phantom dog and ended in what can only be described as a FRAGRANCE WAR CRIME against innocent homebuyers. The agent stands before us having permitted—nay, ENABLED—the transformation of a perfectly adequate dwelling into a scented weapon of mass confusion. Judge Escrow notes that the original feedback mentioned a smell "like dog," not an actual dog, and yet somehow we have arrived at seventeen candles, four air purifiers, and a professional odor detective who found NOTHING because there was nothing to find except the slow unraveling of a seller's grip on reality. The agent's forty-five minutes of reassurance were clearly insufficient; what was needed was a firm hand, a locked credit card, and perhaps light sedation. This Court has smelled the evidence metaphorically and finds it OVERWHELMING in the legal sense. Judge Escrow must adjourn immediately as he is developing a sympathy migraine just reading about the lavender harvest situation.