This Court has witnessed many acts of buyer sabotage, but purchasing a THIRTY-TWO-FOOT CABIN CRUISER forty-three hours before closing represents a new frontier in financial self-destruction. The defendant buyer apparently believed that mortgage underwriters are merely decorative figures who do not notice when someone finances a small yacht during the approval window. Judge Escrow must pause here to collect himself because the phrase "it was a really good price" is echoing in his chambers like the wail of a dying escrow. Your seller lost fifteen thousand dollars so this man could have "something for the summer," and this Court hopes he enjoys explaining to his children why they're eating marina hot dogs instead of building equity. The confessing agent is hereby commended for their new email protocol, though this Court recommends escalating to a signed affidavit, a blood oath, and perhaps a ankle monitor that shocks the buyer if they enter a dealership. I need to adjourn immediately as I can hear boat horns in my mind and they will not stop.